Eliksni Quarter, Botza District, Last City

The Guardian listens to a conversation on the radio near The Ether Tank in the Eliksni Quarter.

Eido: Eido of the House of Light, Scribe log Zeta-7-8D. At this point in the Guardian's adventures, we have had contact with a great many pirates. Each crew has a unique composition, and pledges loyalty to the most powerful among their numbers. They fight for whomever promises them the most power, or the most Glimmer. They adopt whatever code of honor befits them and concern themselves with little beyond the present. A friend told me that these pirates are not as free as they seem. That their lives are fueled by desperation more than their own desires. But there is still the call of the open stars. These pirates sought to possess the relics of Nezarec. What else might they hold?

Eramis: Scribe Eido.

Eido: Eramiskel? I— I greet you in the Light.

Eramis: You are young, and honor the old ways… so I will speak gently. You say there are paths that never end. But these are also paths you cannot turn away from. Misraaks thinks he can. He is wrong. He and I will always be what we are. But we are not something you would wish to become. I remember the Whirlwind, and we are running from it. We are running from that pain, and will be forever. You do not want this life.

Eido: Eramis…

Eramis: Do not stand in my way. If we meet again, I will be the last thing you see… you and that hypocrite you call a father.