I cannot believe it has come to this. A world so barren, so broken, and it's all stemmed from Bree. A weed grows in this part of the world, like a poisoned flower whose roots threaten to poison and taint the very soil of my home, and it infects the people who do not see its design.
There is no peace left here for me. My searches to find her have been fruitless, and further north the troubles grow. What's more, I hear that... thief, has rebirthed my glorious company and turned it into a glorified goods-fencing enterprise! If I see her again, I know I promised dear Ash I wouldn't go down that road any longer, but perhaps my blade will sing once more.
There's nothing for it. I will go East, and remain there, but first I will return to Archet, and say my final farewells to home.
