Today is the Fated Day. The darkest of hours, on which we of the Ashen Dragon must set sait to fulfil our final duty. I am her Captain. I alone remember the words of flesh-kind, though I am as old as our ship. And yet, on this Fated Day, another commands me. He speaks little, save to explain the Rites. The flames that perpetually wreath our vessel seem to coil around him, as if longing for his touch. It seems our route is preordained, and takes in many past glories. First, we shall sail to Shiver Retreat, blazing a path across the waves. Our precious cargo and its guard are below deck, in their rightful place. All that we are, all we have accomplished… ends today.