You ass,

As construction continues upon Sibre, I come to the hall of loyalty where shall stand the likeness of Divine and mortal alike. Those who have stood with me over the years and decades will have their place, for they more than anything else have kept me sane when all sanity seems lost.

I have pondered long on which statue would be raised first. Many along my path have forged me, some coming and going like the wind, others remaining steadfast at my side. You, Iesid Mulariad, have been the only individual who when I have met you eye to eye, I found the wheft of my soul mirrored and met step for step.

At different times you have been my greatest enemy and my greatest comrade, and in those instances I have known what it is to cross blades or stand shoulder to shoulder with what I might have been, in another life, in other circumstances.

Defiance is the measure. For all we faced, in memorium, I name you brother. It is my hope that you have journeyed far from this broken land and witness not the ruin that remains.

With this statue I will remember you as you were, my unbroken brother. Should this missive find you, remember this land as it was when we loved it without reservation. Do not turn back, my brother. Do not.

Ever His,

Whirran Arcan-Tetzauh

High Priest of Loss

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 21st of Haernos, in the year 0 AC.