We burned his body at the gates of Storm Mount. I found a gem-encrusted urn from the city and piled his ashes into it. The sun was bright and there wasn't a cloud in sight. Something I am happy to say for once. In the Gnomish tradition, they say that, 'Clear sky days allow for the soul to reach the heavens.'
It was Colden who had rushed forth from the Inn and told us to go after the boy. The city of Dragon's knee was totally devastated, but Alevari's kinsmen still lived. Her exile was lifted and she received a fief in her honor. For the first time in a while, I can truly say I've seen her smile.
The boy hasn't been the same since that day on the mountain. We were visited by Gattas and he was glad to welcome Duke Stravel's new heir into their hold. The boy appointed him to take care of the County in their absence.
While they have been receiving honors and titles I have been gathering Professor Uthgar and Durance's notes. It seems the other instruments which this Arahalad spoke of are scattered around the Drakes. The Elves of the New Drakes speak of them in legend and the Dragon Kin hold a holy dulcimer they claim was made by Heitolne herself. It seems we will be traveling for some time and our battle is far from over.
We leave for the Port City of Logard in the morning. I finally managed to get some painting done today. I noticed something strange on the horizon though. Dark black clouds rolled over the burnt and ravaged land of the empire. Was this the world we were fighting for? One where men kill one another at the first sign of danger? Nay, we fight for what could be. We fight for every single hope and dream of this wonderful world. With the coming of the Dawn, we will fight for it again and again.