The letter came by courier, hastily delivered before the boy departed. A small sheet of paper with only a few words, written in a neat, but shaky, hand. "<em>Petros has passed away. Please come to Ravengro at once; your name is mentioned in his will, and I know you would want to be here for his burial.</em>"<br/><br/>The journey across the Ustalavan countryside was brief and uneventful, and, all too soon, Sarytha found herself in the tiny, insular community of Ravengro, standing outside the Professor's quaint house, as dark clouds threatened rain, overhead.