It is time to write; to write down my thoughts that I might better understand my future, and my past. I have grown up in the shadow of the Temple of Toran at Fort Llast, boy and man I have served, and willingly so. They offered me life where there was none, they taught me many things - the strength of the Temple over the individual, the rightous rules of life. They gave me order and purpose. A good Road Warden is a vigilant Road Warden, how often have I heard that, how often have I repeated it on the field of combat. I have honoured my debt of life, I have served my community, patrolled the roads of Mistone. I have grown with the task, but now, well now I seek new challenges, other ways I might serve the cause, using all that I have learned.
The book falls, the work unfinished. "But can I cut it in Pranzis, can I leave others to this duty here ?"
