My brother, all hope seems to be lost for me. The nurse, Helên, says there's nothing for me to do but rest... But I won't have it. The people of the Kindlewastes, they speak of the Ancients as if they could do anything... do you recall the obelisk? Where we used to play as children? I will make my way there, no matter what. Perhaps there's a cure for me yet. Do not follow — you can't stop me. — Vettel

We would pretend to read them as children... But now, the obelisks hide their truths... I was a fool for thinking I could find a solution to my problems here. No one hears my prayers, and I feel so tired. I wish you were by my side, brother. Forgive me. —Vettel

The boots of a wanderer were found alongside a body, seemingly handcrafted a long time ago. Weathered and worn, but still holding up.