"The one that fought the thallian that came for the childlings. The Thallian are dead. But your task is only begun. The Tree Prince reaches out his roots to offer shade of a sort . The Summer Lord is mad, but the Falcon finds it's wings ragged and worn. The rogue of marks licks his wounds in the where a westwind flowed through the rafters, and his lies he sends aplenty to shield you. You are on a good path, but it may yet give way under you. Be ready to catch."