*The edges of the paper are burnt to a crisp, as though Mabon had tried to destroy this journal. A brief, broken paragraph is preserved at the bottom.* —arren and I are he—Gendarran. It's been...goodness knows how long since I walked those grassy pla— We've come a long way, he and—though, that day is barely a memory, after the "divcia nava," my ascension... Seer— I may find myself in Frostgor—Waiting Sorrow is there, now, watching the remaining Kodan sett—