I wasn't prepared for that. A shocking twist of an end, Atrissa fashion. It was easy being Gwen around you, you always gave me some reason to preach or encourage or console. All the drama! I felt bad having ended up on your list, but Gwen thought that she'd be passing the torch to you. Of course you took it the wrong way! I'm glad that wedge just sort of disappeared when the time came to say goodbye, but I wish we'd hashed it out sooner. That's death though, in it's raw and unforgiving purity. Sometimes you just have to reach back and trust in the strength of what you had because death seperated you during troubled times.

I still remember the Heralds finding the flyers you had me write for your performance at Bargalha's Tavern and throwing a fit, and I just calming explaining that I had scribed them for you to their bewilderment. I already knew then that I was going to recruit you. It's funny, as much as everything fell into Atrissa's lap(expert importing of role to reality by the way) she also made things easier on Gwen, who was free to pursue her explorations and punch stuff knowing you were scheming up the next party. Thank you for that and congrats on a great character.