Hello Sapience. Nekoa here. I was asked to write this post on my
departure, by a fellow guild member. So here I am, writing it down.

I have greatly enjoyed my time here in Sapience, and my city of Shallam.
The Dawnstriders have treated me well. And I leanred quite a bit of
things from them. How to fight, how to bash, I learned Justice, and
truth. I learned that I was a poet, and a terrible one at that.

I wouldn't be surprised if nobody missed me, or remembered who I was. I
wouldn't be surprised if I just faded away, into nothingness. I am just
a simple novice, and pathetic at that.

You may be wondering why I am suiciding, you may be wondering "who is
Nekoa, and why am I reading this?" Either way, it is simply cause of my
complete hatred of Triggers. Petty, yes. But still a reason. I thought
maybe if I could change things, or try to get people to drop their
triggers when sparring with me, it would be better. That's not the case,
as only a couple would actually go along with it.

I guess what I am trying to say here is:
I hope you all fare better than I. And live your days, till you are old
and grey.

I have never acomplished any of my dreams, or goals. I have never done
anything that I truly desire. And I regret this.

-Ex-Dawnstrider, Nekoa Dewijure

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Ero, in the year 350 AF.