And so the time has come for me to die. Of starvation, in the dark, alone, in my own manor, while my servants bring in a fresh harvest just beyond these walls. My cries are in vain. No sound escapes from this stony grave, from the tomb that fiend Roderick sealed me in. Yet that is not the worst wrong he has done me. He stole my Dolores... and so I curse him, a thousand curses I call upon Roderick of Gors Velen! Not for taking my life, but for taking from me the one who gave my life meaning.
If anyone ever finds my remains and this letter, please, seek out my sister, Dolores Reardon, and tell her the truth – that I was killed by the man who seduced her, the man she left me for, the scoundrel Roderick of Gors Velen. He struck me from behind, dragged me here and then walled me in while I lay unconscious. He did not even have the courage to slit my throat.
Yet, despite it all... I hope he brings her happiness – if so, I will rest in peace... But if he fails her, my ghost will haunt him to the end of his miserable life, and he will die as I have – alone and forgotten.