[Anger was what he always felt when it happened. Sorrow just slowed him down, but rage was fuel.]

And yet the halls of Caer Scima and Caer Glaem are full of newly arrived Shardbearers. Even death is preferable to being trapped in this insane world. Your brother has not fared well here.

I will contact you when we have the time. Until then, we can only hope the stable hands will continue to care for it without its owner.