It has been close to twenty years since I had last seen my mentor, John Vechna. The rumors were true-- he is undead. I am not certain if this is better or worse than him being gone forever. He doesn't particularly seem to mind it. I'd always heard stories about the undead, how they feel no emotions, that they only remember what things felt like when they were alive. Does he truly care for me as he did when I was his student, or is he merely feigning it for his own amusement? Does Urien do that with me?
He covers himself entirely, and wears a ghastly skull-shaped plate over his face. He won't let me look at him, he won't let me touch him. (He has two right hands!)
The journey north has left me weary. I must rest.
--F.P.
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