After his first counsel with the living spectre of the mystic future, our elvish mage retires to his tower for one full cycle of the moon.

Here he will study the magik arts, training his body and mind for the secret war. At stake is the future of the earth. Here his beard and his knowledge will grow.

He dreams of hawks and heroes. He hears music from the heavens, and he weeps at the words.

"This will be our year
Took a long time to come."