Friend;

You do me a disservice with your concerns, touching as it may be, do you really think that one such as I could succumb to such an obvious fall as the [Σnull]. Nay, I yet walk. Perhaps my skin is somewhat unfamiliar but I endure none the less. For enduring it is. I suspect that too long have I stared into the blackness beyond so that any fires that lingered within have petered out in my absence. I have walked paths long forgotten and soon remembered, spoken with gods I thought gone and seen the [missing text].

Perhaps I have been gone to long now and those who remember my last passing here too thin upon the ground for this message to reach you. Even now as I survey my old haunts, taverns and colleges once visited now silent and excarnated.

In short, my old companion, still alive, thanks for asking.

A friend

P.S. Keep an eye on those deamons (of H.), they'll get the best of you if they can.