My dearest Claudia, I can feel myself growing old, my body aches as I grow weak. While I continue my search for the apple, I often find myself wondering who will continue this work in my steed once I am dead and gone. However I promise to come and see you in a few short weeks, I am making my way through Roma and I will make sure there is enough money to provide for your children.
~Sincerely your brother
Ezio Auditore
Ezio read over his letter, signing and sealing it in an envelope. Quietly folding it and tucking it into his leather bound journal before muttering sadly to himself.
"Rest in peace my dearest sister."