Stoic Alder, I admit I was surprised to receive your invitation, given the brevity of our talks after the Tyrian Alliance's deliberations. Deep Water was rather impressed with your candor and patience, as was I. This battle's eve feast sounds like a solemn affair, ripe with emotion and reflection. We of deep and troubled waters are not unfamiliar with such events. In the days Jormag and their ilk separated and hunted our kind into different waters, we reveled in the quiet moments between attacks. These days, it feels strange to have more and more of that quiet now that the dragons are gone. Even so, I regret that I cannot attend this celebration. My efforts are focused on partnering with the norn to scout safe routes back into the Far Shiverpeaks, now that the Dragonstorm has ended. But more than that, I would not wish to sour the sentiments of the feast with talk of my own faith and the ancient divisions wrought from it. Know that I keep you and the kodan of Harvest Den in my prayers, and that I will consider plans to visit in fairer seasons. Koda's blessings, Cresting Wave