Dreygor stands on the edge of the verge as the ground shakes beneath him. He witnesses the great storm bellowing up from the cracks in the shattered world of Orn. He stares deep into the abyss, counting on his faith alone to shelter him from the maddening whispers of the unknown.
"So the time has come has it? So many moons have past since that fateful day I had often wondered if it would come at all. So much suffering in this world, so much hate, so much evil. It is a wonder the world has lasted this long at all. I know now there is no way to protect people from the evil that lurks in us all, not even the ancients themselves can do that. All I can hope to do is ease the suffering of the innocents caught up in the evils of men. I once dedicated my life to the extermination of evil, and in doing so, I myself did evil. Thus is the way of man. No more I say! It is time I returned, it is time I attoned for my sins. As the ancients are my witness I shall sacrifice all to protect those that cannot protect themselves!"
Dreygor then steps away from the verge and walks back into the shack that has been his home for almost a year now. He grabs his armor and sword and starts walking down the road that will lead him home, to Jastrey, and to fate.