Day 15 of Rosedawn
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The War is over.
It seems like it was only yesterday that I last fought the greenskins on the field of battle, shouting out the words of the dragon's song to keep up the spirits of the troops under my command. It seems only yesterday, because it was only yesterday. The memories of my comrades falling beside me in battle will never fade from my mind. They shall be heard in my song in honour of their valour that grasped victory beyond death in the bloody red of the dawn.
I admit that I remember less of what followed after the retreat of the greenskins, their armies thinned to only a tenth of their former might. I know that there was a feast held in joyous celebration and that I was amongst those honoured by it, but little more. I presume that all too soon I grabbed for the ale that offered me a moment to forget about the blood and gore.
It was likewise all too soon that I was needed again for my services