Long do I dream now. Even in wakefulness my mind is in the Halls, some foreign shell of me left walking Avandria. I dread this wonderous place, where once I was whole. Every quiet corner and warm hearth is a reminder of dear lost Syladrya and our treasured talks. My other beloved brethren remain, yet I must distance myself, lest I be unable to do what must be done next.

—Vincet Ellemere