After having been slain by one who did not have a personal reason for it, nor anything to let him know that I was not in the Realm (I was involved in an episode, OOC), I have decided that these Realms are not for me.

It seems that I can have no peace here. My prowess is constantly overshadowed by others, because I cannot take the time to keep up with them. This would normally not be a problem for me, but when others push their egos upon me, I feel hard-pressed to stay comfortable. My choice of Guild affiliation poses problems for me, and my new Guild patron does not help things.

Instead of sticking around, I feel obligated to leave, and so I shall.

This is to hoping that all will peace here, in whatever shape or form peace takes most meaning.


Farewell,
Eve

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Phaestian, in the year 195 AF.
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