Have you heard the hearings of the voices? Stand not atop a mountain of judgment yet with the shade of darkness. I have heard the siren's yearning call, the shades drift through the night and dance upon the wall. To the north, we march, upon the faded and cloaked. To seek out the knowledge of which I have wondered, to find the path unyielding to follow. When the night sweeps across the marsh, we ride.