Mama Bear.

Ender, Brigand of Chaosto Everyone

I have suffered from eternal disfavour, been banished to the Underworld, had my mortal coil stripped from me by the gods, suffered under a plague of curses that only a god can set upon you. I have been slaughtered, hunted, robbed, stripped to nothing and had the people I've loved taken from me countless times. I've seen my city attacked and my guild house burning.

And yet none of these things fill me with a fear greater than that last post.

Gods protect us from Mama Bear.

Written by my hand on the 24th of Midwinter, in the year 1122.