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Chapter 13

I felt guilt immediately. Consumed by it. But still I had begun my journey and
had to continue on. I kept to myself, hunting where I could and doing my best
to stay true to my path. I sought out dark hearted creatures to slay and
refused to journey with other dark hearted souls, even ones that sought me out
in friendship, assuming our souls were similarly cruel.

What happened next gave me guidance for the first time and laid out the steps
in front of me towards a path of redemption. I was fortunate enough to meet the
Elder Prophet, Dohri Huta-Fea. Dohri greeted me with a hug, something I'd never
experienced before from an elf. But that lightness was exactly what I needed. A
kind face full of joy. It allowed me to feel safe enough to speak to her about
everything that happened, even how I had crushed that poor boy.

We spoke of Lady Azorinne and she explained to me there were two others on
similar quests: Odren, a Herald, and Dichael, a Shaman aligned with the
Outlanders. She told me to make their acquaintances and learn from them what I
could. She also told me that when I was ready, I should make my way the Lady's
shrine.