Friend,
You deserve a decade or more to grieve, as your heart demands it. I am afraid, however, that circumstances are not so kind as to allow it. We must toil forth, placing one boot in front of the other. For the road shall not lead us closer to the horizon unless we have the temerity to walk it.
I have been stricken from the Lost Hearth and handed to the Grandmaster my cloak.
We have been duped by a man speaking many words but meaning few of them. Let us meet, that we might speak on how we may right these wrongs and forge better futures.
I will be the next Legate. I bid you to aid me in achieving such.
-- Aubrey Domergue