*This note is added below the one above it, though the parchment is tear stained the words are sure and steady as they were writen.*
The wonderful woman known as Endolyn did not die of her own hand. She was stabbed throough the heart by a force no one can control, Love. Her capaciaty to love enabled her to do many great things, though she will never see it as so. In the end it was her love, and her love of a certain woman, that was her downfall.... not her own actions. Though it saddens me to think of the innocent life that went down with her.
Little Orm. Brother I never knew. Son of Ormus Gustavick, your life seemed doom from the start. Yet some how you prevailed...survived. How one so young accomplished so much I will never know, you were taken from us to young. I mourn your loss, as well as that of the woman who I for a brief time, also called mom........
*The note itself is unsigned. It is left in place by a man wearing a dark coat. Looking the note over he debates his choice to leave it, pushing a lock of white hair out of his face. Then nodding his head he turns and glaces around the tavern with his startling cold blue eyes before vanishing as if never having exsisted.....*