My dearest son, I can't tell you how much I've wanted to see you again over these long years. I can only imagine that you've grown to be healthy and strong, I presume Yazoga told you why I had to leave when you were still just a suckling babe. My sanctum is not fit for a child, nor does my work allow me the luxury of being a father. Yazoga has also told you by now that I am the one-and-only Thukhozod—the most feared necromancer in the Wrothgarian Mountains. She was instructed to tell you this. Your father
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