When I came to these realms, I did not know who I was. I had sought to
become something. I tried many guilds, and decided to go rogue
Consaguine based on the freedoms that one has. Perhaps I would then
discover myself. Due to my own inner conflicts and inability to adjust
to my new thirst as a consaguine, I entered many feuds with others.
Unfortunately this did not go well. In a bitter conflict one day, Varian
summoned me. "Who are you?" he asked. Dumbfounded, I was unable to
answer. Varian then decided that I would become a shrubbery, and think
about myself there, and when I had come to a conclusion, I would return.
After many days of intense though, Varian came back and asked me, "Who
are you.". I answered, "I am that which I will become. And I certainly
do not wish to become, that which I have been." There was more to it,
but as it was so deep and it had all happened so fast and so recently I
will leave it out.
I wrote this in response to many questions that I have received about my
return. I am not who I was, and will become more than I am.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Severin, in the year 142 MA.