*Silavur trudges up to the memorial site, assured no one in this land would recognize him anymore. His clothes are ripped and dirty, and his usual copious merchant bag looks light and poor. The knees of his worn pants touch the ground and his head bows, chin to chest. Moments pass and his only motion is to touch the ground, eyes closed. The moment passes and Silavur rises. His bag remains on the ground as his back turns away from it. He paces into the mountains for the last time and can only bring himself to look back on Hydlaa just once.*
[Rest well Lolitra. If old hats like me are returning to pay our respects then I can't even imagine how many more friends you made after I left, who will all miss you. Of course Silavur has been retired for a long long time, but I think if news of this reached his ears he would make one last journey back.
To the PS community: Thank you for being a family to those who are important. I'm glad that she meant so much to you all, because I'm sure that meant you meant a lot to her as well. I made friends in this game when I needed them most. It doesn't have to be someone with an illness that can receive benefit from this type of community, but any of us. Keep that level of bonds developing in this community because they are priceless.]
