My old friend.

I write not for a happy reason but to ask a favor of you as my oldest friend in this place. These past days i have thought long on how best to carry on and make good all that i have wished for. But alas as is always the case the mind wanders to dangerous things and dispair. And so i ask you that should anything happen to me that you take the journal i have been keeping since i arrived in this city so long ago and once you have read it pass it on to my beloved May so that she may at last know the full truth of my life before this place. I have hidden the diary in the front left hand bench of the house of light and should you ever have need to take it know that you have always been a good friend and i would do all i could for you if every you need help.

Your friend

Jozan Silas