*he sits at his writing table, pen in hand and parchment before him* I write this last missive to inform my firends and guildmates that I will be on leave for a few days. The Gods I worship demand my spirit cleansed for deads committed long ago before I joined you fine people. I will document what I can and what my gods will allow. My survival depends on my faith in them, I hope it is strong enough.

I have been out of my homeland for so long they demand this of me. I leave with a heavy heart but also proud that they ask such a test of me. Hopefully this cleansing wont change who I am and who some of you know, but a forewarning it has in past changed me. I have this final eve left before my journey home to spend with you good people, I hope to be back before the hunt. *heavy sigh* Until next we meet my friends.

Nai Eru Iluvatar chebuva lye ambaro hi re.
Nai tiruvantel ar varuvantel i Valar tielyanna nu vilya.
Nai du elen silai nu lye.
Nai mornie alantie ore nuva man.

Marzan

*sand tossed on wet ink then blown away before its rolled and stuffed in the scroll case attached to the leg of his falcon* fly well my friend and be safe *he stands on the steps of his home in the frozen tundras of ice island watching him fade intot he distance towards civilization, a quick scan of the ever stormy skies before he returns to the warmth and hearth of his home*