* The following are two seperate letters, which have been left at Spencer with accurate instructions on when to deliver them. They will be delivered the 25th of Ches*

Letter Sent to Reonie Tribble

Reonie,

If ever you read these lines, it is because something has happened to me. I'm afraid you will have to find another, better master, to ensure your training. Always keep faith, and promote the Monastery.

Kumagan.

*Letter Sent to the councilmember Jacob Geigne*

Ches 18th

Dear Jacob,

I write to you now to relate to you a sad eventuality. If Spencer has sent this letter to the Council, it is because I did not return to my room last night. It is more than probable that I am now dead or disappeared, and unless I write to you in the near future, you must believe that I am truly gone.

I wish, at the time of writing this, that you will never have to read these lines.

I cannot tell you exactly what has become of me, except that it is likely that others may retell you the exact circumstances of my demise. However there are several likely causes : Either I died during a job or adventure in the underdark, for the greater good of sanctuary, or I have met the end of my line face to face with a person from within sanctuary. Whatever the events, I pray thee to inquire as to how I died, because for some time now I have been planning something.

For a long time now, I have realised that Sanctuary wasn't fit for me. I was not at ease, could not meditate or concentrate and I have lost many of my earlier friends. In fact, even the teachings of my master, and the wisdom I have acquired, push me towards this conclusion : My body and mind are ageing faster that I am progressing in my pursuit of perfection. Since the beginning, this has been a race against time, and I have come to realise, in my latest meditations, that I have failed. For the last four days, I have been in my room, meditating without interruption, and I have considered everything. I know now that I will never achieve what I have sought for so long. Even my training which helps my body remain young and vigorous is failing. I can feel my bones ache when I move. When all is said and done, I am worn out.

But I don't intend to leave without one good deed. If you discover that what killed me was the latter of the two likelyhoods, then I hope it will comfort you that I have been pursuing this fate in several ways. It is more than probable that I have forced myself into this situation, in the name of the good of sanctuary, to help it determine and I hope, condemn my assassins. But let me reassure you, I have never and will never break a law or commit an illicit act, which would justify the reason of my death. I must be dead for having outspoken face to face against vile criminals. Even though I exposed myself to danger, do not believe it is my own fault I died ; A word of wisdom :*underlined*One may be content with his own muder, but it remains murder nonetheless

Do you remember the mission you assigned to me? It is possible that he -Zau- has bested me. Do you also remember the Tigerling who unlawfully beat and sent a man to his death? It is also possible he has had me killed to silence me. My opinions of the tigereyes are that they should be dissolved and exiled from sanctuary, and a new order of peace must be created to maintain security in lower. They regularly take justice into their own hands, and do not respect citizens of sanctuary, and to prove this I will make myself an example if the occasion presents itself. If it is some regular criminal, then his own execution will make sanctuary a better place. In the end, who knows what or who I saw in my final moments. I hope that you will endeavor to find who is the culprit...

All in all, I wish to say that if I died at the hands of some foe, some of sanctuary, some monster, remember me as your devout and loyal friend.

If I was murdered, then remember me as a martyr, one who gave up his life in the hope of proving a point, and by doing thus, helping your cause to make sanctuary a safer and better place.

Do not forget my plans for the monastery. I hope such a project will not die off with its promoter.

Ever Faithfully,

Kumagan.