It will have to be amputated, and I do not think that the government, the Triad, or the Legion has a saw sharp enough to rip through its bone– to sever the Banites.

And I am discovering, that this corruption flows deeper than just what the Banites have gripped. The blood stream of this valley of Sundren has been going vile for sometime. This is no sudden venomous bite. Everything that has taken place that has lended a hand to putting Sundren, putting this valley in the strife and chaos it is in now, was all carefully laid out and planned by various sides. Not just those of Bane.

A question comes to my mind at this thought, where were the plans of those of the light? Of my fellow brothers and sisters? Did we simply just sit and wait hoping that glory would prevail? What actions did we take to—prevent the poison before it settled.

I would like… No, love to say that we had our own plans, our own schemes to counter that of the vile. But; as far as these old eyes see, we did not. Maybe it was the blindness of Tyr that led us to this?

I than ask, I beg. . . Where were those, those of my faith, of Ilmater during this? We are suppose to be his eyes, his advisor, his counsel. Anger rises briefly in my heart as I ask these questions and than… I have to stop and of course;
shake my head.

I was a pair of eyes. I was in such a position all that time ago, before I was of such age, before I struck to the wandering path; to be a counselor. And, I just left. Only if I locked away my arrogance and my ignorance; I might have been able to see this long string of actions, of fates that led to such an infection in the body of Sundren. But no, I sought perfection with my God, a relationship outside of the Church. An–and I left. I abandoned the valley.

I cannot blame the others….
I can only blame myself.