I was right, The Grey Warden understood the meaning of my... poem and came to meet me. I took my precautions and I wasn't followed, tracking would be difficult too, not to say impossible. He has done nothing, yet some ignorants hunt him. He said he's ready to act against the Blackwolds and start thinning heir numbers for the final assault. He also told me why he killed that brigand and that left me with disappointment, I was expecting more from certain people. Yet they do what is not necessary... I won't say a name, not even here... But I am disappointed, each time I return I'm happier that I left...
As much as I want to be there when they assault is going to happen it seems that I may not be there. The signs are far too grave for me to lose time and The Fateless Wanderers are made to take up action. I summoned everyone for a meeting and to appoint tasks tonight. We must investigate what is written and strike back. The sign of the White Hand is turned to the North and if we lose time all may be lost and we will see no dawn...
Our numbers may not be great but each one is capable for the tasks I have for them, some will be tested for the first time, others know how it is. But all will be out there and fight and search... Only time will tell where this will lead us...
