So many years, it seems...

"I never thought to see this...ever..." he murmurs as he looks down on the marker before him.

Smiles, laughter, duels in Red Dragon Inn's basement so long ago, and the brief moment in time where he thought there might be something more between them some day. Battles, blood...and finally, the shattering reality of the death of a Hero.

Gods below, how he grieved the day when he was delivered the news of her death. His forest...the wolves howled and hunted for blood for days...the forest torn nearly assunder in his rage against the dying of one so rare. The madness that threatened to overtake him, that drove him to insane risks in battle and in life. The grief.

And, in time, the healing. His leave-taking from Rhy Din...or more precisely, the leaving of his keep just a misty walk through the forests to a place not "quite" of RhyDin.

The long wandering...and to his own surprise, the return...at least for a brief time...to this place. And now, to stand before this marker, to say in calm mind what he could not say all those years ago.

Drawing his zhaor, crystalline blade shimmering on the bright clear day, he swings it in a glittering arc into a warrior's salute.

"Fare you well in your travels, Siera Redwin, 'tis a vast eternity...may you ride the winds of glory and honor forever." and softly, as a single blood-stained tear courses down a pale cheek, "you were well-loved."