All be well.Let life breath itself back into you.Untense your jaw, and drop your shoulders.Love will be with you soon.I deeply apologize for my lengthy absence. I have found death is harder to navigate the third time around.Should any need me, find my presence in the church. If I am not there, it is because I am looking for you.I look forward to seeing my children once more, as I have returned with gifts in hand.You all have sown much into this soil you have buried me in.I will not leave before you reap such gifts.Love will be had.Joy will be had.Peace will be had.And my first decree, is the retrieval of that mutagenic bear. Living, breathing, and with a still beating heart.It is to be returned to the church, where I shall save it from its curse. Whoever does so will be rewarded with a payment of 500 crowns.Should I find a corpse on my doorstep rather than a patient, then no reward shall be given.Please, do not disappoint me once more.
Endless love, The Fable of the Living