I whisper to the winds. They answer me and gather about me and carry me after Zeras. I ignore the scenery the thoughts of all that have transpired setting my mind ablaze. A realm lost, companions whom I half trust, enemies abound. I wish that I had listened to the others and forgotten about the affairs of mortals. Had I listened to Baalhan this never would have taken place. I may call my friend in sooner rather than later. There must be action taken, but what I don't know. This uncertainty scares me more than I want to admit. Millennia have seen me unharmed and now a threat dares to threaten me? I'll see these fools who challenge me destroyed. Their suffering will remind them of why I was once venerated as a god. When Zeras speaks his words are lost to me. "Hear me Baalhan. Answer me." My ancient whispered prayer is scattered to the winds.