Time has passed since the failed raid,
since Dallan's Resurrection. All is well, ends well right?
So why do I feel guilt?
When I came to Esshar, I wanted to be like the Stellus.
A woman of peace who doesn't need bloodshed,
A respected leader who rarely fights.
But deep down, there is a burning in me.
It first appeared at the academy
When we fought that witch in the mountains.
I thought nothing of it but since that raid...
Since I fully embraced the light of Yiel...
That burning has ignited to fury.
I am a pious woman,
And I am a woman pragmatiscm,
So I watched my cosmic mentor's execution unshaken.
I accepted her bow with no regret.
I promised to use it only for protection.
So I left a permanent brand of Yiel on a heretic.
Did Uncle Atticus have these feelings?
Even worse, did my kin Lannis have them?
Will I end up like him if I continue fueling this fury?
But...Dallan is a devout of Yiel too, and he was rewarded.
Lannis drew from an unholy source, I draw from my birthright.
I am not like him!
I am a scholar,
I am a diplomat,
I am holy.