Dear Thesper,
It has been very long since those last days of our adventure. I have seen Dan and Laria, and they showed me your letters. I pray this reaches you. I do not know what adventures await you, but I believe that someday I will see you again. I hope my sword was of use to you, even though you choose to give it back to me.
But enough of my nonsense, the lady in my head grows more complete every passing year as I find more of her shards. Would you believe it if I said came across her first by accident, before my own name or even a hair's breadth of my power was restored to me? It was much as a second youth, and like youth it's end brings pain as well as joy. I am certain though that your problems will someday be resolved, and you will return to our friends on Yokuda. I will see you there when such time may come. Or perhaps this is an old man's hopeful delusion.
Even all these years past, Nak still lives in the mountains, even though Largot's decendants people Yokuda, they all have his fighting spirit, his tenacity, but none of them share that one crucial bond. So Nak waits until the day when another of largot's blood will rise to become a hero, and will bind himself again. I spoke to him, he is doing well. He misses you, as we all do.
That brings me to the real point. I haven't ever told you. I had nothing to do with you becoming what you are, but I like to hope that my lessons helped you become who you are. You are one of the only beings who ever lived who I would be proud to call my son.
Don't die. You know how lonely eternity gets.
Lamae says hi, and so do I.
Leon.