As the sounds of silence echo through the streets of Achaea, my mind wanders and I
think about the nature of Sapience. Over the battle of the Heart, friendships
crumble, alliances fade to dust, I ask myself why do we do this
abhorrent thing to ourselves. It is no longer a battle for Death's Heart, but one
of retribution and petty jealousies. We must break the cycle of revenge and
payback and strive for tolerance.It is no longer safe to walk the beautiful
roads of Achaea any more. This my friends is sad. It doesn't matter who is 'right'
or 'wrong', for both sides feel they are in the 'right'. When the last one
stands alone on the battlefield, who then is the victor? and how will it
be celebrated? Alone and lonely.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Valnuary, in the year 241 AF.