#exercise-faith

Lady Acasia Ravenwing,

Madam, I do hear you and know that I have pained now for hours over these words that you have written me.  I must confess that I am troubled for these thoughts of yours and harbor reservation at the doorstep of their hungering implications.  Nevertheless, in the hope of mutual revelation I delight in the answer of your questions.

Hunger serves a purpose, it is we beings of appetite who make-perverse the herald’s call.  For in what measure we temper our flesh, in that same measure do we master it.

Therein rests the trouble of my soul these last few hours, contending with such notions long relegated to vapid ash.  That which troubles me is by choice and I am troubled over you.  Your eyes, they haunt my thoughts.  Like cold-fire, they pierce my soul for doubt in your conviction.  

Please forgive your servant this humble complaint; I do not believe you.  As you said yourself these dreams of fire and fancy are the notions of a child, naïve and wistful, consuming.

Nevertheless, I have taken up residence in The Rose Garden Tavern of Red Ridge.  If what you have said is true, come and slake your hunger at the source of that knowledge.  Come and break this calamity of thoughts against the shore of truth.  Ask these questions which burn on your lips and whatsoever is mine to give you, shall you receive.  I will never lie to you.