I find myself adrift in the immortal ichor of my own successes, a name worthy of respect, restoration hangs upon my lips as the tragedy says. I find myself lying at the precipice, do I have courage to leap in or have I the guile to twist the knife deeper into the breast of mine enemies?

The last weekends merry meetings, they got to the meat of matters in number. I see now that I must make my move to allay myself of a higher position amongst my covenant, I have bled enough to grant myself many wishes....but this is the only one I trully want for.