Let Flame be a Guide

To believe is to be, and to be is the purpose. Recently I'm losing touch with the parts of myself I once held so dearly. Adranus is creativity, surely. His flame has guided me for longer than I once believed. Only recently with the advent of the ring and the Crystal Keepers was I able to put his divine grace into words. But often I feel I don't deserve this. The good, the bad, not any bit of it. What hells have I inflicted upon others to deserve this punishment? I fear that witnessing seven consecutive days of the unceremonious destruction of the city I grew to love has left me irreparably damaged. I see why the rest of the party acts the way they do... At least it seems our fast companionship, which I've grown to deeply cherish, is as enduring as the trauma that forged it in the first place. Apparently a year-and-a-half has gone by. I hope Paxton has made use of the time. A year means a lot to a young man.