The war has been declared over. I'm told that the Dwendalian Emperor has capitulated and negotiated a truce. We should be glad, yet my anger is not salved. How can the war be finished when not every victim has been brought home? How can Bertrand claim to be our protector while absolving the Kryn of its sins? I despise the man I once gave fealty to. The Imperium has deserted us, and these Kryn transgressions will not be answered.
We are childless, and the hope of recovering our dear Fionn is now a pin of light in a deep darkness. The wolves of hope and despair fighting within me now bear a child of their own: the wolf of vengeance. I no longer bear duty to the Empire. I bear duty to my family, my son. I must bring Fionn home by whatever means necessary or bring vengeance upon those that took him.
I have sent Róisín home to Odesloe, and hopefully far from this pestilent conflict. I must enter Xhorhas myself, following what little information I have. My old armor is heavy and fits less well than it used to, but my blade is welcomed as a familiar, old friend.
May the Gods have mercy on the bastards that took Fionn, because they shall have none from me.