Role

Chapter 1

Loss has come to me again, but I find myself equipped with the tools
to hold its torments at bay. My husband is dead. I am a widow. But
I am also alive. I am a Herald. I am a child of the mirage, and not
a single step in my dance denotes that I should succumb to despair.
Ryasyn would not wish that for me.

I do not wish that for myself, or for anyone else. I must remember
joy so that others may, too. Saerali frets that she will soon be in
my position. Renkaide, her fiance, will hear the banshee's howl
soon, and she cannot keep her mind from thoughts of sorrow. I hope
that my words and my strength can help her to find her own in the
face of loss. Both of us have many beautiful years of life on Thera
with or without our men. Spending those years hand-in-hand with
sorrow would be a waste.

I am thankful for certain important circumstances surrounding the
Heralds right now, as well. The Tale-Telling Fire is a place where
spirits gather from time to time, and they have gathered again, four
of them. Celebeleni, Graddar, Minya, and Therethine--all wishing to
be remembered by the Heralds, and others, of the present and the
future to come.

Eiyanna seems to have a bit of insight when it comes to the spirit
world. She and I spoke to a Vistani seeress, Madame Eva, about
drawing these old ghosts back for a night, so that we could speak
to them and glean even more to remember. Madame Eva will aid us in
this endeavor on All Hallow's Eve. For a price, of course.

She asks also that we find items to use as focal points in calling
these spirits as well as ingredients for a tonic so that she may move
between the planes to contact them. She will brew this on the day
before All Hallow's Eve.

We have much to remember and much to look forward to.