The Oak Father heals everything, returning everything to its natural place, both body and mind... The vision that came to me returned my peace in exchange for the bits of giant-bone I had been fashioning into weapons, and blessed me with a silver sword that glows with the light of the moon. Just looking at the gleam on the edge is enough to entrance me... The polished metal sinews look like living tendrils rather than support for an instrument of destruction. This must be His way of reminding me to balance destruction with birth...

I don't know why my god should wish me to release my anger. Did they not deserve any kind of slaughter I could give them?!? Or so I thought... The wisdom of Obad'Hai knew that the vengeance had poisoned me, as much as their acts had befouled the land. I could not let go, but the incredible Wisdom saw fit to restore the balance I couldn't return to by my own weak powers... Tonight, I am blessed.

One thing remains a little puzzling. The visions... were they that real? Or were the strange lands I saw merely metaphor for the words of my god? Waves of trees and grass undulating in the wind as I flew over them, receding into endless waves of rock-adorned sand, swallowed by waves of water... I don't know how to interpret them... There did seem something in the rapid shimmering of it all before my eyes... Although, perhaps I am a little child-like for not treating them as dreams: fanciful, ephemeral wrappings for the seeds of truth, and nothing more.