I do not know where I am.

I was taken while on that journey of self fulfillment

every Shaman is driven to complete.

Though my surroundings are white and frozen, like my beloved homeland,

this place lacks the familiar sighing of the wind

blowing among the peaks of Everfrost.

I am the prisoner of beings the likes of which I have never seen before,

and I know not why I was brought here.

The only cheering fact I see around me is the other prisoners,

letting me know I am not alone in my plight.

I have spent many days picking apart this water skin

so that I might have a way to record my fate.

To let the ones' I left behind know I did not give up in my duties.

I shall strive to help some of my fellows, who are worse off,

even though I suspect our captors will not look upon it kindly.

I must go now, to leave this record where some happenstance may cause it to be found.

Hopefully in the future, after I know more,

I will be able to leave other messages.

May The Tribunal help and watch over me.