Reckoning:The War Ends (Lorestone)
I was told of ancient days when wise priestess Bayala Tirin to Goddess Lyria spoke. The people, remembering all after war, called for Durek's fate
'Slay them, the foul and wretched tribe,' said Dokkalfar.
'Spare them, the poor and miserable beasts,' cried Ljosalfar.
Their minds, depraved and hatred-poisoned, twisted. Alfar struck Alfar over drink, at feast, when all else is merry, when peace reigns in havens. Hateful, I am told, were cousins towards each other.
From the cold-blessed Fieriol, Bayala Tirin, with a head to seek Lyria's guidance, set forth on a pilgrimage.