Missive upon the Maqbara

[Hierophant]

Where from! One good host to another, of course, with chins raised and cups full.

As we carry water for Him across the expanse, word has reached my ear that this 'Synod' established by a member of the Uzzarii priesthood has, by all irony's sake, been desecrated by an Uzzarii priest!

Condemned and shunned, as record states, for several months since the uninterrupted service of the last Hakem's peaceful tenure, Preparator Tariq of the Twindari.

So I am told the Waradim rose to the test, and against an Oathsworn of Wroth indeed, won the seat of Hakem only to vanish, taken by his travails and disinterested in the day to day affair, thinking peace secure.

Then was it another Synod called, and the Waterbearer Burak raised to the position, only to himself seemingly return to his family's estate in Baz'eel.

At once between, tradition established by the first Hakem of Ephia's Well broken, and Synod held at the First Wheel. In my eyes this is a most holy statement, and yet I'm pained to learn this Synod faired even worse, as the blood of a Legate was spilled by the Oathsworn spoken of early in my message.

What is the definition of insanity, my friends in faith? While I cannot in good spirit echo the exact sentiments of this estranged Wrothman, nor the fiery defiance of the Murid Ekret who seeks not to reconcile with the Wheel entire, I find their boldness admirable, and I find the lack of hesitance in attacking their actions, rather than considering their words and the very gravity of what it means to serve the Wheel appalling.

Now I say this. It is the duty of the Waradim to traverse the Spokes in themselves, and where there is discourse, seek to reconcile and restore some order to the script, and forever record it in the Book of Annals, that seldom text where the Orthodox and Unorthodox are spoken of in earnest, to become the Orthodox so peace may cement itself among us, we brothers and sisters, we beloved of the Gods, we, the children of the Wheel.

So I do not invite you all, Wheel faithful, to the First Wheel, nor the Maqbara of the Dead. I instead invite you upon pilgrimage, for this Four-Wheels-Rounding, to a place near the Giant's Roads high up and hidden in the canyons, long abandoned and yet perhaps once sacred to Salhin's own tribe. We shall broach new meaning of it in this new day, some fortnight before the Year's Gasp, where even the most vile of slights can be forgiven, and those cast off from the succor of cities offered olive branch to return.

Heed this holy word, this message as delivered by the Lord of Roads, the God of Exchange and the Zephyr upon the Ash, Warad, merciful and mighty.

From his loyal servant,

Coryn Darsk