I died twice and each time I left an eye behind… The third time, I was blind and could not see my way out. In the dark, a phantom chased me, whose terror was swift in the shadows. Through street and wood, its eyes followed me and its maw reached for my neck… Suddenly fire breached my vision-less eyes. In the morning I am granted respite, but not rest. I feel its claws dragging me back as the night drags the day into twilight.
A Nymph told me the Eye of Mor`e was upon me. Since leaving the Order, I’d not given much thought to the Gods. But now I wonder, to whom do I pray?