It was a long trek but I have managed to make it to Ravengro unharmed though I have yet to truly collect myself on the events of the last few days. I always thought that it would be you burying me Petros, sitting where I am now combing through my notes trying to piece together what nigh improbable and dangerous thing I had gotten myself into and yet as I sit hear amongst the remains of your work I feel I have still yet to truly come to terms with what this all means. You were the first person to encourage my work, and without you I feel for the first time truly alone in this world.
To make matters worse you might have invited what could be the most queer group of mourners from across the Inner Sea that I have ever seen a raven with the profession of a holy man and the mind of a doctoral student, a child contortionist, a polar woman, and her. For the life of me I cannot fathom why you would ask her to come here, she’s an admitted thief and corpse robber who needed a peasants wages for a season in order to lift your casket, and as I sit here amongst your works and collections with the odor of weasel musk floating through the room I wonder what devil possessed you to drag her into all of this and not leave her unawares in the north? Maybe you brought her down for her brawn rather then her civility but if that is the case then I can only wonder what force you feel we need her brawn for and not that of any of the plethora of other strong arms you hired over the years? Luckily Poe seems to provide good company at least in scholarly pursuits and a conversationalist of good standing. I can see why you kept him in company. The others seem more reserved. Katrinka is far too young for what you ask of us and I’m truly surprised you pulled her away from the circus considering the lengths to which I remember you going to get her there. Still a familiar face amongst strangers is a blessing in these times. I have no bearing on the Erutaki girl, as of right now I cannot even remember if she gave me her name or if she has spoken a word since we arrived. I did manage to talk to Kendra about Lady Trent’s work at least, a small distraction I know but better then the grief of this day.
I have begun to look over your notes and I have to wonder what the devil you were up to professor. I know you had studied Serving Your Hunger before but why Umbral Leaves, what does Zon-Kuthon have to do with all this, what about the tome on the Dark Tapestry and the corroding of the mind, what does all this have to do with Harrowstone? On top of this the mentioning of the Whispering Way and this fountain of undead youth only worries me more and that your death in Harrowstone was no accident, that in your quest to solve whatever this all means you had stumbled into something that had gotten you killed. Now it is late and if I am to continue to try and set these affairs in order I need to at least sleep during the appropriate hours, luckily it seems you have kept Irving and Hathor around to keep Reynard and I good company.