Thoughts Of The Ancient Ezramin

Humans have flames, as do we. They use fire to forge bonds, to light the dark, and to destroy. It can be summarized as the source of all their inventions; all their progress. Our Flame is not so unlike theirs.

Humans eat fruit and drink wine, as do we. In fact, we've only adopted these customs due to humanity's influence - a factor often forgotten all too willingly.

Humans gaze at the stars, as do we. We are all under the same skies. The same constellations. They've shown us their suspicion and wrath, but also their tremendous kindness - especially the people of Orindell.

Are we so different after all? Ought we to preserve a kind of hollow sanctity, only because we are hundreds, and they are millions? Because we lay claim to endlessness? I think not. I think we share more than we care to admit. And shouldn't that mean that we ought to stand beside them, rather than judge from above?

Embervale belongs to all of us.

• Ezramin