
I awoke with my helm having been removed. Abhaya had washed the filth of battle from me as I lay unconscious. The strangest dreams approached me through the night; I will not speak of them.
We had slept long into the day and finally met at this shrine. Old masters of stone and metallurgy, now long gone, surely constructed it. I doubt the knaves that visit it now truly fathom the days of eons past. A time of reckoning approaches.
Abhaya recovers quickly and craves battle once more. Such wry and sly smiles as she purses her lips against the cold; so be it, let us endure.