Rumors are terrible things. They create hope. Hope can be powerful, hope can be good. But too much of it can be a dangerous thing.
I'm hearing whispers around this town, whispers that I'm not alone. Whispers that my kinsmen are still searching for me, whispers that my clan has not been forgotten.
We still have a chance, a chance to push back the growing darkness, but the company needs to be restored; needs to be returned to its former glory.
I need to somehow get word to Azkas. Confirm the stories he's likely heard by now about my return. I need to find somebody, somebody resourceful. Somebody intelligent.
