The Commander leant back in his chair...

[Gregor Eason]

Tired and weary from battle, Commander Gregor Eason of the Cove Militia took to thought the recent occurances, and the many problems that were beginning to plague the Baronship.

* The Baron's illness from poison; him growing weaker by the day. Was there a cure?
* The impudence of Captain Hrothgar, refusing to follow order and discipline.
* The darkness of the woods, and a strange evil that stalked it.
* The Militia, ever needing training and development.
* And the recent anger of the Church toward select guardsmen.

"Troublesome times. Dark times..."
The Commander shook his head, and got on with his administrative duties.

[Gregor Eason]

The Commander put down his quill and stretched his arms. "Another hard night" he thought, as he rubbed his battle worn shoulders. Being a man of faith, Eason decided to wander to the Church and begin his evening prayer.
Upon arrival he met with Bishop Conrad, and lightly discussed topics of the day.

As Eason began to murmur prayer, he became very sedated... and tranquil...
So peaceful he felt. He began to see white...