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| description = '''Letter from Art''' is a [[miscellaneous]] [[note]] found in the [[Epilogue]]. | | description = '''Letter from Art''' is a [[miscellaneous]] [[note]] found in the [[Epilogue]]. | ||
| quote = A plain, unadorned note. | | quote = A plain, unadorned note. | ||
| book author = Art Cullagh | |||
| book text = To an old acquaintance, | | book text = To an old acquaintance, | ||
I write to you from the sunny porch of the Last Light Inn. A light breeze blows now and then. People are milling in and out - builders, visitors, the children of all ages in Halsin's care. | I write to you from the sunny porch of the Last Light Inn. A light breeze blows now and then. People are milling in and out - builders, visitors, the children of all ages in Halsin's care. | ||
I can no longer hold a quill, or eat without assistance - a kind friend is transcribing this for me. Thaniel, re-joined with Oliver, has promised to be with me when the end comes, and as our old songs drift on the wind, ever louder, I know I have mere days left. | I can no longer hold a quill, or eat without assistance - a kind friend is transcribing this for me. Thaniel, re-joined with Oliver, has promised to be with me when the end comes, and as our old songs drift on the wind, ever louder, I know I have mere days left. | ||
But I do not fear it. If not for your help, this land would still be shrouded in darkness, and I'd still be lost within it. Know that my heart is full and happy, and I am grateful for my last moments. | But I do not fear it. If not for your help, this land would still be shrouded in darkness, and I'd still be lost within it. Know that my heart is full and happy, and I am grateful for my last moments. | ||
Do visit some day. And if you have time to stop by an old Flaming Fist's grave, I know I'd love to see you. | Do visit some day. And if you have time to stop by an old Flaming Fist's grave, I know I'd love to see you. | ||
Art Cullagh | Art Cullagh | ||
| where to find = Within the [[Chest of Grateful Words]] in the [[Epilogue]]. Contingent on saving [[Art Cullagh]] in [[Act Two]]. | | where to find = Within the [[Chest of Grateful Words]] in the [[Epilogue]]. Contingent on saving [[Art Cullagh]] in [[Act Two]]. | ||
| type = | | uid = S_EPI_Letter_ArtCullagh | ||
| uuid = a4b1b5db-107f-47c6-8dbe-2f5694dd08be | |||
| type = Notes | |||
| rarity = common | | rarity = common | ||
| weight kg = 0.05 | | weight kg = 0.05 | ||
Latest revision as of 20:42, 5 September 2024
Letter from Art is a miscellaneous note found in the Epilogue.
A plain, unadorned note.
Properties
Notes
Author: Art Cullagh
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.05 kg / 0.1 lb
Price: 14 gp 
UID
S_EPI_Letter_ArtCullaghUUID
a4b1b5db-107f-47c6-8dbe-2f5694dd08be
Where to find
Within the Chest of Grateful Words in the Epilogue. Contingent on saving Art Cullagh in Act Two.
Text
To an old acquaintance,
I write to you from the sunny porch of the Last Light Inn. A light breeze blows now and then. People are milling in and out - builders, visitors, the children of all ages in Halsin's care.
I can no longer hold a quill, or eat without assistance - a kind friend is transcribing this for me. Thaniel, re-joined with Oliver, has promised to be with me when the end comes, and as our old songs drift on the wind, ever louder, I know I have mere days left.
But I do not fear it. If not for your help, this land would still be shrouded in darkness, and I'd still be lost within it. Know that my heart is full and happy, and I am grateful for my last moments.
Do visit some day. And if you have time to stop by an old Flaming Fist's grave, I know I'd love to see you.
Art Cullagh