The Braided One, as I will ever after think of her thanks to that dearest of ones, does make my heart sing. To see her twice in as many days was a blessing – and as she quite rightly pointed out when she saw my company, I was blessed indeed. Even as that flash of light winked them away from me and I felt the pang I always feel, I was filled with a delicious feeling of joy at having seen them at all and was suddenly overcome with a desire to spin and dance and laugh – and I believe I may have done all three to my embarrassment. They were pleased with my training record. That filled me with pride, though I was not boasting, and when they told me they were impressed with my progress I thought I would surely burst from the wonderful feeling. I feel so inspired. I feel alive in a way I have not done in many months. Alive at seeing them, hearing them, and alive too at the thought I am spurring myself on to the trainer that I might help them attain their goal – help them bring their oath to fruition. For surely a stronger cleric can seek a way to destroy the Dark One sooner than one who is weak. By the gods I will do it. They do not stand alone.