As per our talk I really wanted to stick it out until you were able to help me with regaining some health, but I was not about to allow the other villagers to defend on their own. Then I hit a stupid death and it cascaded from there. I have never had a follower of yours even though I was a mortal with you what seems eons ago now. You always were an inspiration and I found myself asking why I had waited so long to try it. I just felt it right to add in the hatred of magic. Not only for you and the village belief, but because priests in general hold themselves above magic in that their powers are truly god given. At least that was Perdray's take and fit her own brand of pride.

I understand not having as much time as one would like to dedicate to the game. The email I sent you concerning my family had to be dealt with first, but I was really feeling the DT's being away. By the way, the baby appreciated the hug from "Uncle Kasty" and expects to be on the Christmas mailing list.

You really went out of your way for me in a way I have never seen before among the staff, and know, I have had very few interactions with other immortals that left me disappointed or scratching my head. I hope you liked the work I sent out in your name. I have never been much of a poet or writer, but I really put a good deal of effort into it not only to please you, but to bring a higher level of enthusiasm to the Battleragers.

I'll save more for the final goodbyes to everyone as I am not sure I really did your time and effort justice here.

Thank you for everything. This is bar none my favorite empowered character ever. (Even with the lousy pk ratio.)

Take care, Kasty and thank you. You -will- be seeing me again.

Malcolm.