I bid a silent farewell to my parents and friends as I turned to gaze one last time to the solace I’ve always called home. Holding back tears that were welling at the corners of my eyes, I squinted up into the dawning sun just above the canopy of verdant green leaves.
A few moments after, a brisk wind, crisp with the smell of fresh morning air, stirs me back to my task as I gripped my gnarled quarterstaff. I looked upon the lightly beaten path and smiled. Now the journey begins as the White Envoy has chosen to make contact with the councils and I’m put forth to aid her somehow. May the spirits guide me.