First Seed 26. CE 864
This will be my last entry, as I'm taking leave of this maddening torpor: the time to act is at hand! Basil and the rest of his lazy wolves are content to mourn over our Prince and hide in shadows, even while we have the very thing the Governor fears most!
The gypsy woman told me you would come to Stros M'Kai. I laughed in her face of course, but I leave this warning if only for respect of one's elders. If the blood lock is opened then I know it is you, and ask you to please heed the next:
Leave me my dilemma and go back to whatever road you love best these days.
You've had ample practise.