<A tattered piece of paper flutters in the wind, before coming to rest on the soft forest floor. The part where it states who the note is directed to, appears to be missing>
So much time has passed since the world fell.
We are nothing now but a faint whisper at the end of time.
Our souls will travel. The heroes of Dragonscale will be scattered across multiple lands over time, always vigilant in leading the forces of good.
Time will not leave you behind, old friend.
Fate, as I've always known, has a very special plan for you.