The trip wasnt so bad.. made under the guise of invisibility. I thought leaving Arnax would have been harder than it was. But the wait.. that is what drove me just about mad. I was sent to seek Chanda. I had heard rumors of her coldness and knew well that I would not receive a warm welcome.. yet I did not fear for myself. FEAR IS FAILURE. I had spent weeks observing the unbelieving enemy... paying my tithes and the Mistone Temple that I would make my new home... manipulating those around me... killing creatures that got in my way... studying and praying to the Dark Lord until the wispers through the church made it to my ears that she had returned. Chanda was back.
