From the desk of Dumbarton Oaks, Esq.

[Delivered by a halfling, who sighs in relief to be unburdened of this dread task.]

Dear friends,

If you are reading this, it is likely you have done something flamboyantly stupid. It is quite possible, knowing you as I do, that you have done several flamboyantly stupid things in a row. Now I am dead, and you are without Dumbarton Oaks.

Never fear, however. It is llittle problem, a pixie-fairy like me has no trouble obtaining a birth mother for reincarnation. This is a key aspect in determining how a pixie-fairy can… But, wait, you’re skimming by this point, so I’ll skip ahead.

I’ll be back in about four months, tops. Having died and risen again as a magician, I’ll probably be a legitimate necromancer. That’ll be cool.

‘Til then:

1) Save the book. The book has all kinds of important spellcasting information that I would rather not relearn. Trust me, I’ll be more effective if you do.

2) Do not eat the goat.

I’ll see you soon. Don’t feel too bad. You guys are my friends. Oh, and I want some money this time. Give the halfling a silver.

Sincerely,

Dumbarton Oaks

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