*Quin stands before his fireplace, his robe hanging loosly on his shouldes. The flames cast a red-orange glow through the whole room. He stares into the flames, watching them dance, watching them move. Watching them waiting to be fed. "Shall you release me?" he asks to the flames. A log cracks loudly in response. He steps closes to the flames, eyes still intent on them. "Can fury bring justice? Show me." He pulls a small book from his robe, with a Q intricatly carved into the front. He holds it out to the fire. Seeming to call to him, the flames lick higher, waiting for their feed. "Tell me if wrath can bring truth. Show me." He holds the book high infront of him, and then without pause or regret, he tosses the book into the flames. The flames dance up about it, licking the pages, devouring them, destroying it all. Quin looks into the flames. "And now I am free. Perhaps wrath does have a place. Perhaps wrath can free man. Only Toran will tell ...." He turns away from the fire, and walks away*
//The rest of Quin's journal has been incinerated. May it rest in peace. Keep up on the letters of Meribeth Silvest and Lanky Edd for now I suppose. Thank all of you for reading this, and I am almost sad to see it go, but I couldn't keep up with it. Quin and I were suffering, and this is the first step out. Don't worry though, I am sure there will be a new journal eventually.
