In a way Bertram might have been right. I am starting to make mistakes. Though I still disagree that being lenient on young Lord Elyot was none of them I have to face the truth and acknowledge that I am growing old. And make the mistakes that, in earlier years, I never made.

There are things that I do not understand in these nights of new. However, there are also those I forgot, during the course of time. And while I attributed them to mortal needs I must wonder now whether it was wise to cast them aside for perpetuity.

Following the request of a brother in the blood I have arrived where my help is required. The name of the city escapes me, yet I am certain that this will change soon. In merely a few years this will be another home to me. A place of refuge and personal power.