Lost in Darkness

I am writing this letter because tomorrow I expect to be dead. Being exhausted of all of my spells and having my spell book stolen from me, I find myself locked away in this cold and empty tomb waiting until my execution day with no more than this last remaining scrap of Insta-Note and the last drops of blood left in my finger tip. However, it is very important that I mentioned this, because it is the first time in years anyone has spoken the name which I am about to write. Suwanowl… How could these creatures know about Suwanowl. Lars breeds only hate, malice, and ignorance and the great orders of Suwanowl have been all but dead for the last hundred years at the least. How could the…