My Dear Sarase,
The plague caught me in its ravenous teeth. Death draws near. I won’t risk you or our boy. You must leave Zuuk.
Please, flee Black Marsh. Take what you must to survive the journey and don’t look back. Zuuk turns to dust, and I fear for you.
Hold me always in your eyes, as I will ever hold you.
Your Loving Husband,
Shul
