The dark lord has been gone ten years, and now you're bringing the hero home the long way.
Ten years ago your party saved the world. You're the elf mage — eight hundred years old, and those ten years
of adventure felt like a blink. This spring, the Hero died of an ordinary illness at forty, and left you a letter.
Carry his ashes back along the old road to the mountain where you all watched the first sunrise. You'll meet old
friends, mild monsters, wrong statues, and a fifteen-year-old apprentice who will not stop asking questions. Maybe
you'll finally learn what those ten years meant.
