Raelynne, Our master's commands part us for now, but we will be together forever. Raise an army in Underpall, and I will raise mine in Lipsand. We will meet in the Twilight Woods and sweep all of northern Cyrodiil before us. And who knows how long the master will lead? There are many casualties in war, even among the mighty and seemingly immortal. Perhaps we will soon be our own masters once again, as we were in Wayrest. I long to be with you again, sweet sister. — Gaston