Quote:"I'm getting old. Sure, most magi live for quite some time, but I've ruined my body with my methods of...coping. It won't be long now before I leave Esshar, be it through death, or wayfinding myself and my fortune to Sarradia. At this point, either are equal in possibility. But, whatever, I'll get to the point. You see my drones? My synthetics? They're digging deeper than the hidden rooms for the Network. Much, much deeper. Throughout my years I've created a grand number of things. I made a tome for Erika, a scythe for Luna, Alanis' armor, an amulet for that rhoynish, whatever his name was. Helped Majin with a few things. Helped my wife with a few things. Stings battlesuit. The scouters, transceivers, synthetics, bio-mechanical organs, improvements to the human shell. All of my belongings, save for Johannes' hat? Well, you may have guessed it. There is more, probably, but my memory isn't as good as it once was.

Despite this, I still have a vast number of materials. Objects I wouldn't casually give to my offspring. I've the schematics for synthetics, a blade meant for those whom wish to fight like Blair Dayndros, bio-mechanical organs that can improve how your body operates, trinkets, weapons, pieces of monsters foreign to this land, a copy of the churches codex. A copy of the churches codex, without all the omitted information from the church. I've- well, you get the point.

Some of this was spoon fed to me. Some of this was earned through hard work, and dedication. Some of this was attained by sheer luck.

Most of my belongings came from risking my life and creating objects that never got the chance to see their intended purpose.

So, I'm going to leave them behind before I depart from Esshar for good. They're yours for the taking, if you can make it past the Minotaurs.

Oh, right. I also have Minotaurs, and Goethe. Goethe isn't doing too well. I'd fear him more than the Minotaurs.