Praise be Ezra, our guardian in the mist.
My place in the grand scheme is back within my grasp.
No longer champion, but I do not need such to serve in earnest.
I am but a soldier. But a soldier to her holy cause.
Those of the night, and those who threaten her faithful,
shall bear witness to her wrath, No longer will it go on.
The church changed little in my absence, but with good
fortune progress is on it's way. Much yet to consider,
my thoughts are unorganized. Yet, I am where I ought to be.