If you are reading this then I am dead. If this is not the case, Ash, close this now and get the hell out of my stuff!
Now I need you to need you to get word to my brother, Jagrafar; my son, Garrettar; and my daughter, Ryesheba. I want them to know I'm sorry that I wasn't around enough for them.
There are letters for them in this journal. They live on my brothers farm on the east coast of the heartlands. You should really visit sometime, it's truly beautiful there. I wish I had spend more time there myself. If you have my body, set up a pire and but it in the tradition of my people. My son and daughter, if she's old enough to hold her bow, will scatter my ashes in the sacred lands. They will likely come to the village upon hearing the news.