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I look back on my years as a dragorn and remark how many of my kin have began their lives and how many I have watched end them.

I do not know why I am blessed with long life and this seemingly unending knowledge.

I can't seem to forget anything or find weakness in this aging body of mine. Perhaps I do have the blood of Dranik coursing through my veins -- I do not know for sure as my birth is one thing I do not remember.

So many times I should have succumbed to illness. I thought heartbreak would consume me also.

But, here I sit, lamenting the fall of my kind. I believe the taint on the winds that has darkened our skies has wormed into the minds of my people.

The council is not immune either as we begin to question each other and our judgment.

So much suspicion and anger that was never there before. And there are whispers everywhere that I'm not able to comprehend.

I fear all of this will worsen before it gets better.

Had I the power, I would right it, but that doesn't seem possible now.