Frostweaver,
I have learnt tonight that you are simply sleeping, lying in wait to awake, perhaps you are dreaming?
I have been dreaming too it seems, and now with the winter chill around us, I am dreaming of our first meeting, reminded of the crack of ice, the blinding light and deep shadow. The rush of memories long held, the racing images with the nameless faces of those who came before. Is that not what I am? Just another nameless face, one more in a line stretching back into the annals of history? Or perhaps I too am sleeping, dreaming, and ready to wake.
If what I have learnt is true, then perhaps I am not just a servant, and we are not just a scalpel to be held, to cut where commanded.
But for this I will need to be more and know more, and not all those who have held you are without name –
Karkematth, Karkematth, Karkematth