Dear Shale. Dear Caduceus,
Feels a little strange to write you, knowing that we’re going back to the same place. Maybe that makes this more significant. Maybe less. I don’t know.

Over the weeks I’ve been here, I’ve been thankful for your company in more ways than I’ve let you know. You really are a good listener, but it’s more than that. I think - back when I first met you, even, I think I must have known that our lives are connected. Maybe not in ways we would have expected, but they’re connected nonetheless: your family’s connection to Her means it makes sense, that I was drawn to you. Something to be said by a smarter man about life and death, maybe, but I’m not that poetic.

You were there for me in a moment when I felt like I lost my place, after I fought so hard to find it, and I’ll never forget that. It’s why I tried to return the favor, even a little. You always understand my point of view. I wanted to understand yours, too. You’ve got that same light that Pickles does, that I always admired out of her. Your friends are lucky to have you. Exandria’s lucky that you’re in it.

When you get back home, maybe I’ll see you again. When you’re ready to touch that moment and pass on, She will be there, and it would be an honor, for me, to be the one to take you to her. Until then, if you pray to her - if Melora won’t mind - maybe you’ll see a raven come your way. Fate’s got a funny way of finding people.

I’ll watch over you and your friends the best that I can. In exchange, if you ever hear of my sister, or any of the rest of the members of Vox Machina, give them your best. They’re good people. I think you’d like them.

I’ll see you again soon.
Vax’ildan.