Uncertainty

Scattered visions came to me as I meditated. Yellow and red. Shattering glass. A rush of warmth. I see my own hand, but I am afraid to grasp it. The scent of fel--of Argus. When I awoke, a message had been delivered. Hatuun wishes to meet. After the defeat of the Legion, I offered to help Hatuun and his people rejoin us. However, they chose to remain on Argus. Hatuun has seldom reached out to us since then. Perhaps he has reconsidered. I will make the journey to Krokuun. Please, join me.