I find myself in dire conditions. Alone, in the dark. But I cannot pity myself. I must stay wary. I must stay strong, and I must stay vigilant, for Avoreen requires it of me.

But what point is vigilance when you are trapped? It is everything. Look about, and see the living. They haven't died. My kin survives, and not my kin of height, but my kin of resourcfulness! I am a coward, but aren't we all here? It warms the blood and freezes it all in one.

But still I pray. I wonder why, when I left good men to die, I still feel their pain. I cry because of it. Still, Yondalla and her Children bless me so... I must have a reason. Yet I wonder what it is.

And until I find it, I shall focus my efforts doubly on the thief. The pitiful, mangy mutt that dares to steal these humans from Urogalan's jaws. They shall be delivered to him in their own sweet time, but this filthy thing takes them too soon! It must be stopped.

The Provider Blesses me. I must live up to her.