We have wandered long, have exchanged the rites of not only decorum, but valor and grief; have come to understand many shadows of past.
What does the future hold in this frigid abyss? We've emerged from rest only onto newly pillaged strongholds. I would surmise that many warriors have met their end here; we've seen many fallen along the way.
Just as the closest star to this ill-begotten land had begun to abandon us; there seemed an ease of the sages. The signal was not that our suffering would soon find its way adrift, but that'd we'd only begun.