You are the sorcerer my friend spoke of, are you not? I know you never answer the door because you're busy messing around in your secret attic, but I was promised a deal, so I hope you read this: You know Ramone? He sent me to you. Said you could help to reunite me with my son. My little Finnian fell in the battle by the bridge. He was a boy, not a man, still growing like a beansprout. I need to see his freckled little face again. To hold him in my arms, just once... tightly, like I did when he was a little lad. Just once. I'll go anywhere, and speak any incantation. I'll cross the threshold. I beg you. It's my final wish.