E-mail to Sarah

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To: Morlocke, Sarah
From: Kylun


I am not sure what rumor has made of my story, but I begin to understand why Shinobi thought it might be well that we speak. I know a little, I think, of how hard it must have been to write your last message; in return for your trust, here is the "nutshell version" of my own life. I think perhaps we will find much to talk about.

When I was very young, young enough that I remember almost nothing of my life before the monastery, my parents were murdered, and I escaped that fate only because Zz'rian monks had been pursuing my kidnapper, and rescued me in time. Because I had no other family, they took me in, and so I grew up in seclusion.

The monastery of Zz'ria served to guard an ancient evil; my parents' murderer was a servant of that evil, and as I grew older I trained as a warrior, to seek out and combat other such servants. One day I was not fast enough, and the monastery, my family, my foster father, and my wife all died as the evil was released. This was in the spring just past; in my sleep I can still feel the frozen earth beneath my hands as I buried them, but I have had enough time for the first blow to heal, and to remember what they taught me when they were alive, and for now that suffices.

I generally prefer to keep my afternoons open so that my students may find me to ask questions about their coursework, but perhaps some day soon, if you so wish, I could bring an evening meal down to your room for us both.