We are pressing on northward through sand. With nothing else to think about here, my mind has wandered to my youth in the warren. I find myself thinking again of Surtr. To be reunited with my kin. Today is the first day in a long time I’ve felt the empty hollowness same as my first steps outside the warren. The chill of desert nights here are a spiteful reminder of my exile. The moon is gone, and with it my feelings of strength and prowess. If I do not die before my oath is fulfilled, I think I will visit my brethren back in New Steiniklif, and return to the warren.