A Soft Voice Amidst Cacophony

To Mariv himself, I leave the title of Patriarch of the family Azirni, and with it all of the Azirni business. All assets that are not otherwise mentioned below will also fall to you, my brother, and I am confident that you possess the wisdom and the discipline to utilize them properly. If you do not wish to accept it, however, it will go to Eleia and, lacking her acceptance, I instruct you to sell it and donate all proceeds to Cravik Vuldurn for the purposes of furthering his efforts towards establishing a monastery and temple to Melchior.

To Eleia, I leave a quarter of all of my money, as well as my favourite pair of leather gloves; I know you've little need for anything else, and you'd be offended by further assistance. If you do not wish to accept the money, it will go instead towards funding the creation of Melchior's Temple, mentioned above.

To Tzoli, I leave a quarter of all of my money, as well as the original sketch of that dress I made for you, so long ago. You may also, if you wish, request any number of garments from the Azirni Clothiers Guild, which will be produced and delivered to you free of charge.

To Venice, I leave the contents of my study, aside from the tailoring instruments, as well as the book you gave me so long ago. May you better teach others with what I have accumulated, my love. Also, I leave the remaining quarter of my money; if you do not wish it, it may be donated to the efforts of creating Melchior's Temple, as mentioned above.

To Cravik Vuldurn, I leave my Omuit robes. You will find them to surely be an ill fit, but perhaps they will serve as a tangible reminder of the complexities of one's faith. I leave also a single, slender, sacred volume; a record I've kept of my discourses with our master, and of my reflections on them. Perhaps it will be an enlightening read, perhaps not.

To the following, only words:

Aubren - One cannot be devoted to a god, and yet blind to his principles. It would be best to model yourself after Vuldurn, a true member of the faithful.

To the Rat - The path of redemption always remains, if you have the courage to seek it and the strength to walk it. Bitterness will only turn to ash all around you.

To Nybrylla - The same as would be said to the Rat, and this as well; if I could have saved your child that day, I would have, by any price. Remember that.

To Taliesin - Our long rivalry is ended, I suppose, and you no doubt have 'won'. Keep her safe.

*a seperate note is hastily scribbled at the bottom:*

Within my study, Venice and Sergeant Vuldurn will find my notes towards the development of a particular weapon, a powerful concoction that I have not yet begun to master. I had hoped to oversee its development, but all things considered, it will fall to you two to continue my work, and so my writings on it and what supplies I have used for experimentation are yours. May Melchior guide and bless you in your efforts. This instruction, unlike the others, should be carried out immediately.