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I already have a book written about me, but the Hero and the Inquisitor have convinced me that I need to write my own tale.
Words have never been my thing. I'm not eloquent, I don't give speeches that could make an army follow me. My words can start a bar room brawl, make my friends laugh, or piss off the wrong person.
But I will try to do this. I fled my homeland with nothing but my mother, sister, and afriend. We left behind a brother and a husband. We left behind a homeland that was being plunged into chaos and so we sailed to the birth place of my mother in hopes that there we could find peace. But what I learned was that even during Peace, one still has to remain vigilant of what lurks in the dark, of those who would challenge the peace.
Many believe they know my tale, and for the most part many know the main points. But there are scenes left out, that were changed, moments that were too raw, too honest. Memories that are so brutal they can still gut me today.
This is my tale to tell.