I will never forget you, I know there is no other game like yours, but I've got an appointment with Tamriel.
I'm sure you understand.
Goodbye.
(Who am I kidding? I know I'll come back crawling for fanfiction.)
Truly, my only regret (that doesn't involve Cydan's brows or Brown's haircut) is about not managing to drag brother Egan along with Ordo.
Here are our last tours, those that we will reckon, those that will part us and lead to a new path beyond Amalur. Farewell you wonderful glorious clever lovely vibrant intimist, dynamic and yet doomed universe. May you never rest in limbo but be reawakened from Gravehall to Esahrra, across Idyllia and Ysa. Yes, may Bhaile flourish again though the Songs of the House of Ballads and the Laments of the Domain of the Sorrows. May you inspire many tales for all of the coming and yet frozen mellenias, may you weave wonderful designs over the huge gap left in your taperstry...