I am consumed with worry. It's one thing to mobilize an army, quite another to move entire towns across Embervale. And yet, I am Queen of the Kindlewastes and my kingdom relies on my steadfast leadership. We must light out for other lands/ Seek fertile pastures. Find safety. Tomorrow, I will give orders to evacuate and form a caravan to Longkeep. . . I fear my voice will betray me, shake and quiver. I will push, for mother.
We'll head into a land of fern and moss. Lush greenery, emerald horizons. . . and yet, I see only darkness. Will my brother, Vorgoth, have the same idea? I cannot bear to face him after what he did to Gormander. My nightmares are drenched in scarlet, still. I hear his voice, and it is unkind. Changed.
I must rest. A big day awaits.