I wake on this side of the Barrier with a fractured memory and am guided by the spirit of Dal, my now-dead brother. I rescue Rosalia from corrupted wolves and enter the town of Whitewater, encountering some level of racism from Elder Haman. I meet Bran, trained by another now-dead brother, Thalien. Thalien’s spirit warns me of another Fatespinner on this side of the Barrier before vanishing into nothingness. Our party of three sets off to ward off whatever magic is disturbing the local beasts and we find and repair failing wards around the shade of a Dread Lord, an ancient peer of mine. Throughout all of this - memories of Thalien, of forging weapons, fighting alongside Thalien, Dal, and Lyssa, and my Mistress. Memories of being a Dread Lady and all that entails.