Journal, I am worried.

You know I am not a warrior by trade, I am a farmer. Just a farmer. Adelaide was the warrior at heart. She taught me how to swing a sword and how to properly place my feet so I do not get tripped up when dancing with death. But, she is dead. She should be here and I should be following her lead.

Oh, Journal. How much I'd love to see her now. She would be the fiercest warrior in all the lands.

If she were here, there wouldn't be any second guessing as to where to go in a raid. There wouldn't be any tongue wagging or complaining! She'd whip us all into shape!

But, she isn't here.

Instead, we have folks concerned with their own guildhalls and doing things their way instead of being concerned with the lives of townsfolks. We have people arguing with the Queen's appointed Iron Order - yes, myself included at times!

May the gods curse and burn every guildhall!

May the gods curse and destroy those lots of division and self-aggrandizement!

May the gods raze those halls and salt the lands, leaving the fields fallow and unusable!

If it brings us unity, then gods do it!

Then, when all those once-hallowed halls are brought low, may we unite for our intended purpose: to protect Valorn and her people from the darkness that bids her despair and death!