My words are but the whisper of a forgotten wind. Let them be lost or found as suits the seeker.
Elder Tantalyr is no wind, nor no bag that bears the same. The words spoken by that one stand close reading by the gods and those that walk with them. Emrys god, let ye seek in this manner or some similar and ye will build more of that we are and seek more of that we have ever been, and this will be of weal to both land and Gifted both.
Sephiranoth, called by some ShadowSeeker
Nobody and Nothing ever, save the Five do Feast
A Fool that walks among the Wise