Spare a thought for the treasure-huntress Tharayya, who spent months delving the darkest depths of the harsh Alik’r in search of a long-lost relic. Along the way she was betrayed, poisoned and left for dead, all for the promise of what? Gold coins that are to easily spent, reputation that is so swiftly forgot, or a lost treasure that she was never fated to hold.

Perhaps one Frostfall evening twenty years from now, she will be sitting alone by a log-fire, where she might close her eyes and be back again in the Guardian’s chamber in Volenfell, but was all this worth it just for memories?

Perhaps when we nowt but dust and bone, our memories we be all we own.

S.K