
A silver coin, given to me by the Dawn Order. I never thought returning it would take this long.
On that mountain path, when the fog rolls in, keep left. The right side's a cliff.
Nyxia's doors do not open for hunters.
Silver crosses don't rust. Neither, yet, do I.

A silver coin, given to me by the Dawn Order. I never thought returning it would take this long.
Three days now, counting the manor's lights from the foot of the mountain. If one window never goes dark, that means someone isn't sleeping.