There Is No Place Like Home
It is good to be home. Mother and I built my stronghold, I realize, with a thought to the future. My future. The white stones are the bones of the Old Ones and they guard any opening.
A portal…I feel the tears well up in my eyes. I do not need a portal. Mother said for those that wish to visit me it would be useful. I now know she laced it with spells, to track and hinder any who thought to harm me.
Things are not simple but home is comforting. Aed will track Roland and I shall fortify myself.