Greetings, mortals of Aetherius...

And in particular, those poor wretches whom are cursed with their
current form of perverse, walking dogs. Rejoice, for I still live, my
life unending after centuries of diligent work in seeking to abate the
curse of the Lycaean, and permit them to gain their true form, free of
the taint they have born so long. For those accursed creatures seeking
freedom, seek me in the depths of the caves beneath the Egeria forest...
and I shall free you from the shackles you must endure. And for you
others, fellow Stavennites seeking perhaps my secrets of immortality,
come also for I always have need for assistants in my research and there
is much I could teach you should you show the wherewithal to learn.

Seek me out.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Solis, in the year 480 AD.