I have been alone for so long. Alone, yet never alone, for I know She guides me in silken dreams. The Elf nearly ruined us all. Or perhaps the folly was Skalg's. His hubris grew in recent years. He convinced himself he was the Spider's Champion. "We need the Old Blod," he would say, "the blood of Ehlnofey!" He sought it with fervor. He found our undoing. Skalg brought the mage here, alive and unbroken. He was a golden Elf, tall and proud and striking. I could see lust in his amber eyes. Not for me, likely not for any mortal flesh, but for something greater. Silence. So much silence.