|One Elk Standing Rain, Head of the Council of Muirthemne,
I know now what I must do. It is a hard path I have chosen, but
I must walk it alone. The Heron Guard is needed here, with the
Emperor, but I am needed elsewhere.
I know that you cannot understand why I journeyed into the Untamed
Lands to seek the wisdom of ancient texts, rather than return
to the ways of war after we were absolved of our dishonor at Muirthemne.
Though you do not understand it, there is power in a life of meditation
and study, too.
When I first began to have visions I shared them with you, for
the evil in them was familiar to me, but you dismissed them because
peace has lain easily on our land. At first I also sought to dismiss
them. Now, however, I see too clearly the gardens hung with bones,
the silent march of skeletal armies and behind them all, a woman
wielding a token of great power. You may believe that I have been
scarred by too many battles and that I hear their echoes even
in my dreams, but I know these visions are real and not the shadows
of memory. I must act.
The irony of the situation does not escape me. One lone scholar
leaving a camp of warriors behind to fight alone. Perhaps it is
for the best. A scholar may use weapons that a warrior may not.
Fear not for my safety, old friends, for if I oppose an illusion
I will be safe. I intend to seek out Fenris, a warrior of unequaled
valor but heavy conscience, to ask him to aid me. I will be in
good hands if I can find him. Still, as I turn toward the east,
old memories return and they are enough to make me wish I had
chosen the way of the sword...
Though I leave you, I remain your faithful friend,
Four Bear Silent Oak