How disconnected young Damil Fischer was from her own emotions. Floating along trying to decide what, if anything, everything meant to her. Watching her journey toward understanding and accepting them felt rich, real. I was delighted that she allowed herself to love.

On another note, I was equally delighted with how active a Herald you turned out to be and with all the merry meetings you facilitated.

I myself was once a very lonely Herald, and my journey overcoming that loneliness looked not too far off from your own. It is the people that make the experience of this cabal, after all.

Well done and fare-thee-well, Damil.