The bearers dart like fleas trying to locate officers amoung the dead, and the flames from the pryes continue to grow. My peers have all departed these lands. I know no one. Only an enemy I have never met remains, and even he, or perhaps she, is a latecomers. The day of the hero is past.
Today is the day of the massive army and mages.
My day is past. This week the news came to me that Cindor, my oldest and closest friend, master thief and throne stealer, has disappeared. As Sojourner before him. Kosar is dead. Many others dead or gone.