To Jamileh Attar

[Walrus Warwagon]

Live and drink, fellow colleague!

Shovel-shaitan!

I write to you these unfortunate news. My state worsens by the day. Is it one of many curses I acquired in the past explorations, or some forgotten disease, carried only by ancient dwellers - I do not know... But there is a rumored man who could cure me! He lives far from these lands, in a distant and exotic place...

So, for a few months at least, I should depart from this land of mystery and wonder, cradle of our world! But do not despair, for I leave to you, and only you, my notes and papers. Scarce as they are, I hope their value to you will compensate for the lack of my dashing personality at your side.

Jagger Riverstone,
Esteemed colleague

Attached papers:
https://www.efupw.com/forums/index.php?topic=706427.0