For the eyes of the Exalted Grand Marshall of His August Imperial Highness' Legions, from his Peer of the Twilit Fastnesses, the Battlemage Clarentavious Valisious. As you read this, I am dead. My life, however, has not been given in vain, for I have vouchsafed you one small hope in all this tide of despair. The Great Star Galley, wrought by my own hand, still stands ready for your service. It will transport you to the High Halls and Librarium of the College. Beware the one that is named Methats. He alone, I fear, suspects my ruse and might discover the workings.