Those who brought me were not clear. Perhaps they desired merely my talents and art to bring beauty into the courts. To immortalize the residents in stone. But, more likely, to come to your aid. To protect and heal my children. To offer what wisdom I can to prevent further destruction.

The day I arrived, a cloak was hung in the feasting hall, torn and bloodied. It belonged to your brother. I sought from many the accounts of those who witnessed the events. Much transpired before I came, and I intend to guide it in a new direction.