I've spent the last couple of turns atop the tower in Branishor, looking out over the city but mostly gazing to the north. Maybe my eyes played tricks on me, or perhaps I really did once again spot the unicorns at play far off. If the sight was indeed only my fancy, then it also revealed, just at the edge of vision, shining emerald eyes and a tumble of dark tresses beside me. And it could have been a slight breeze that carried the calls of the magnificent creatures to my ears, along with a familiar perfume and also the sound of the voice that I hold dearest of all - or they may have been brought to me on the wings of memory. But I can not explain the sensation of a warm and tender hand in mine, other than being a recollection of previous times.
There's no fault in spending some time thinking of the past. That past makes us the person we are now, and lays down the basis of who we will be in the undiscovered country of the future.
I abide.
Along with others, we keep the lands serene, guarding against any evil which might threaten. Those who sleep can do so safe in the knowledge that they are protected, not abandoned or forgotten. The lands will be held secure for the time when the ones who sleep awaken. And perhaps those who follow will inherit a safer world than some of us have faced in the past.
Memory, and faith, and hope, and duty - pillars which support us in our life in these lands.