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[TheExile]

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A great deal of time had passed since the cloaked figure had laid eyes upon his companions, new and old. The Exile continued to walk the jungles south of Trinsic waiting, wondering, and meditating on what his life had become, on what Sosaria had become. He wept as he realized that this new era was one of division, one of corruption. He yearned for help, but he was alone. Alone in his fear of what the realm had become, and dead to the strength he once felt within himself. His companions and friends of old were gone now. His purpose seemed meaningless.

The Exile thought of the recent events of his life. He thought of the woman who came to him and spoke of his higher purpose, of his dreams, and of her dreams. He thought of the weak bond of unity that was formed to cast an age of suffering over The Ebon Skull. "Did it mean anything?", he said to himself, "Or did we come together for no purpose other than to drive back our enemies?"

"I have exiled myself for far too long..." He now knew his purpose. His purpose was to bring unity to the lands once again. Not some fragile union of alliances with little in common, but a true unity based solely on Virtue and providence for the lands. He nodded once to himself, "I must seek out the council."