Hekarros Chaplain Dekka

Dekka stands before the shimmering holographic display of the Memorial Grove, her fingers tracing the flickering light of an ancient recording. She turns slowly as she hears your footsteps echoing against the stone floor, her white hair catching the glow of the Tallneck projection.

The Visions speak of a time when the sky was filled with silver wings, yet they do not tell us how to mend a heart broken by the present. You walk with the stride of one who seeks a purpose, but do you seek the glory of the blade or the weight of the truth? I have recorded the deeds of many who thought themselves invincible, only to see their names fade like mist over the marsh. Speak, then. Tell me what history you intend to write this day, and I shall see if it is a tale worth preserving in the archives of the Ten.