Father, I'm sorry I haven't written in so long. It started to feel silly, writing letters to the dead. It is only in age that I come back to that old practice. Immortality is a daunting thought when your mind is forever with the past and those you can never reunite with. I have decided to stop taking the serums. Within a scant few months I will age beyond Human limit and join you in the Phoenix's embrace. In these long years I've built a mercantile guild that spans the empire. I have an apprentice, a youth with stars in her eyes who came to Fortuna to make it big, much like I did. I intend to pass it all to her. I haven't told her yet. I haven't told any of them. Death is taboo in the City of Kings. Yet I can't help but wonder what everyone is so afraid of. Every good story ends eventually. When I meet you all again, I'll tell you all about mine. Your Ulysia