Father, forgive me. I have travelled so far from you. How many game days since the Skull River ripped us apart? How many real hours since I’ve gone pee? We seek this necromancer… Why? Our reasons. Our dreams. Our dreams dust. I send word on wings of sparrows in hopes they might find you. Abed says the odds are near impossible… That’s enough for me. Should you receive this message, I know of a way to reunite. According to my character sheet, if I rub the blade of our magic family sword while you rub the hilt, twin beacons of light will reveal out locations to each other. Each night I will think of you and rub. Pray for the night fate will find us rubbing together. Your son, Joseph Gordon-Diehard.