I stood before Mal’Ganis, time after time, repeating this moment. Yet, every time, fate had kept me from claiming what was mine. What was in the stone case that the Dreadlord held? Was it something that was supposed to be mine? The last time I had been here I caught a glimpse of what the Burning Legion had stolen from me, yet it was taken by a thief among our group on the chance that it manifested from the warp that within the foul chest engraved with Necrotic runes.
Yet, as I found myself with these fellows of this new guild who had welcomed me to raid with them, I was about to reclaim something I needed. This time I was in presence of allies, friends, and a guild that would help me claim what I need as I walk the way between Aeldari and Human.
It was my Spirit Stone, my tear of Isha, a Dreamstone, the Waystone of my Aeldari soul.
By the Light of the Emperor, my Aeldari soul is preserved.