Epilogue
Upon your death, your father came to my door. Filled with empty apologies and hollow regrets, he told me you and Jeremi were murdered. He told me they couldn’t read the will without my presence, and I must admit, I could care less. I holed myself in my house until both your mother and mine came to pull me out, insisting this isn’t what you would have wanted. Of course they were right- you wanted adventure, exploration, something new. Who was I to deny your final wishes?
In nearly every other letter, you mentioned a tavern you often frequented with Jeremi and your Ring. The Cursed Elixir- a strange name for a place to cure one of their sorrows and ailments. Regardless, I stood at the wooden door, wondering if I’d be accepted as your family had been. Once, you must have stood at t
