23 Morning Star 3E 400 Two days I was sealed within this crypt without food or water. I do not know whether hunger or poor health or one of the creatures who share this dank hole with me will kill me first -- I only know that I will soon be dead, and not even my bones with remain. My hope is that in the years that come, this letter will be read and the sad story of Arthago, Prince of Sentinel will be told. But I did not study magic. I studied history, so I leave this letter -- not to revenge myself but as an historic document.