All things passing, my life has ebbed and flowed in the weaves of
Achaea, sapience at times fulfilling the potential of my being. Blink
and you've missed it, the message that is on the tip of every Divines
tongue: "Which mortals shall lay praise to Mine?"

Why does my praise matter more then yours? Who is worthy of devotion, be
mine or any others?

Love your family, adore your children and hail your God.

I am the disciple, chosen as a privelage, forever in my passion to make
the best of myself in reflection of my Lords magesty.

Praise to you, Lord Aegis, God of War. War is indeed a Wonder to marvel
and behold. Grant me with your blessing, God of mine, now and forever.

Das Rousseau

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Aeguary, in the year 409 AF.