Darkness pays Orr a visit. With billowing robes of blackened silk, She beckons us, arms outstretched. I see my brothers walk forward, greet her as a friend. So many fold themselves into her embrace. And even over their cries, and the roars of the beasts, I hear Darkness call to me with a promise. But I close myself. I will not join her yet. Another call is more beautiful, And I will chase it back to you.