I roamed trough gorges until time stopped to exist, as unrelenting force of justice and self grievance. My shield is splintered and spearhead is dulled with each thrust in guts of the goblins and orcs. I am tired, very tired.
Resting now under the hollow tree, by the great Langflood, i see myself as carpace of what I was before. And I am content, nothing of little worth shall stay with me to my timely end.
