My ill-formed time sense tells me it's sometime past the midnight hour, but without an anlas candle, I cannot be for sure. It is, I am sure, the first day of Summer. I have left Damaria sleeping in her room as I stepped out into the now quiet streets of Therenborough.

There is a chapel here to the east of the main city gates on Horseman Run, and it is here I have come looking for quiet vigil. The small church here is dedicated to not one particular deity, but all, so it is to all thirteen I have cast out my prayers. I sit here now on a wooden pew, watch the lone flickering candle upon the altar and wait for their reply.

The Quest. Gentle Reader, I must tell you that it is a quest for redemption. A way to seek out the nature of what a Paladin is, and should be. To often have I seen aimlessness of the youth and have cursed, but only emulated their actions. This is a quest for purpose behind the hubris: how can I call myself Paladin without the deeds to back it up.

It is a Quest to find within myself the way to repair the damages I have done to others for my lack of wisdom...and to at least one other for my lack of courage. This I have prayed for and silently hope for answer. This I share with you, good Reader, so that you may know the reasoning behind this soldier's actions.