What the hell am I getting myself into?

I've narrowed down the search for my latest quarry. All the fingers are pointing to Zadia.
 
It's funny to think that after all the years I've lived, all the years I will live, the measure of the fewest has been spent in obsession with one halfling girl. Mm, I suppose "obsession" sounds too harsh, doesn't describe it. It is a strangely persistent feeling which I suppose would be described by shorter-lived folk as love.
 
Ahh, the great Elven rule, the singular dogma which haunts us forever and ever in our interactions with the Brief Ones: "It will pass." The panacea to our grief as we watch everything we've ever known slowly melt away into time: "It will pass." It will pass. It will pass.
 
Maybe it will.
 
That's why I find myself in Zadia, the metal husk which used to be my arm thrumming as I inch closer to the kill. This mark is the closest I've ever been to finding answers for what happened to Asa. A zealot who saps the mana pools for their own acts of terror--it reminds me why I hate mages. These two persistent thorns, love and hate. It's what I wanted, isn't it? To feel something beyond the grey trance of eternity? I just didn't expect them to rule me as they do.
 
So now... now I plan to liberate myself from these masters of the mind. Avenge Asa. Find peace.
 
And maybe--just maybe--do as my people are wont to do--
 
And fade into the grey.