036: "Fall from grace."
The vast, immutable figure robed in stillness and shadow looms over him, Master of these Halls.
I would bid thee welcome, Fire-Spirit, but "welcome" is too esoteric for thee.
Why am I here? He feels much too childlike here.
Thou knowest well why.
To…understand? I didn't listen…
He'd been granted harbingers aplenty: his half-brother, his youngest son, his wife, the very Lord who stood before him.
Stone sternness looks back at him. One of thy more superficial crimes.
Nerdanel's face flames before him, suddenly awful in its vividness.
Yet the most painful with which to begin.