Greetings, wanderers of Sapience, and the surrounding continents. I
compose this missive of a call to some of the Elders who once knew me. I
am seeking those elders to aide me in a progress of transformation that
now haunts what I always once was. It has been several, and I mean
several years since I last came from the Catacombs of the Five Spires
and now I seek to once again gaze at the sunrise, and sunset.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Lanosian, in the year 198 MA.