I didn't really see this volume coming. I thought much of the work already done. The ornaments I've assembled have been collected, the orders which sent me marching already sung. It may have been at some point while preaching, while the warrior inside me learned to laugh, that I started to see hints of coming conflicts, Raiders lingering to test my craft. I've noticed now the need to engage ritual, as I cannot any longer avoid what's lacked. This rite of passage I must now endure, shall leave me vulnerable yet eager to be attacked. I am no cocky fool to blindly follow, nor am I a simple sapling bent by wind. My strength is in remaining steadfast and consistent, allowing the next unknown phase to begin. (This Season is also available in "e;Collection 2: Rags of Gallery"e;)