Dark Rites

You are the sorcerer my friend spoke of, are you not? They say no knock can bring you to answer the door. Too busy shuffling and scheming in your hidden attic, are you? Don't think you can hide from me! I was promised a deal, so heed these words: You know Ramone? He sent me to you. Said you could help 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, speak any incantation. I'll cross the threshold. I beg you. It's my final wish.