Sorrowsworn Ring

“Your faith is a strange one” she says to me.

I hold back unwise words...I hold back my scythe.

I dare not strike out against one in service to the Raven Queen. Who am I to question those she has called to her service? And yet she says to me, “Your faith is a strange one”? My faith should only be beheld as strange by those who know not faith! Those who know not the Raven Queen and her power!

It is not my place...I have no right to oppose the Raven Queen herself by questioning those she has appointed to represent her. It is through these very people I was allowed another vision...another glimpse into my destiny...into this cities destiny. Through these very people that I received this ring. Rampant with her power, better equipping me to do her will.

This ring is yet a constant reminder I do not know her ways. I cannot know her mind. Her reach is beyond my reckoning into many more peoples than I would deem worthy.

I must assume this new group of people somehow is within her plan. I will assist them as she leads me.