“I miss the Earth Magik, Jerilyn, more than I could possibly describe.  You, who never heard the rhythm of the earth song, who never heard its harmonies run beneath the earth’s mantle, could not hope to understand its chorus, nor the rapture of the Maiden.  In the height of our devotions, She would come to us and we would revel, spurred on by her honeyed-musk scent.  Sometimes, She would do more than appear before us, sometimes She would take over our bodies and our spirits and then, our ecstasy knew no bounds.”   Kandol Elf Lord

“Ancient Sangrithar was the mightiest of the kingdoms of Man.  In its heyday, it came close to rivaling the beauty of my beloved Nammovalle, but by the time of Hali, it had become a den of iniquity.  I petitioned the Lady more than once for permission to honor my vow, but she merely shook her head and counseled me to have patience.  In the end, the Balance did prevail, as it always does, but far too much blood was spilled.”  Kandol Elf Lord

“No, Jerilyn.  I never regretted my oath to Thar and Raena, despite what came of it.  Even then, I knew Thar’s identity, though it was not for me to reveal.  As the servant of the Balance, I was duty bound to offer my aid.  Duty can be a terrible burden.”  Kandol Elf Lord