Lord Rhyaad,

I write this to inform you of the cure that I've undergone. by the blessings
of Adonia my madness is lifted and the riddle has been answered. I beg your
forgiveness for the things I said in my wretched state. They were both 
untrue and misdirected. The blade unfortunately was a curse and yet a blessing
to the things I have discovered. 

From what I can now discern in my clear state of mind, the blades intention was
only to bring life to that which was taken away. By remaining in my hands it
was not fulfilling its own intentions so it gave me the dreams (nightmares as
I interpreted them) so as I could find a solution. Unfortunately my mortal 
mind cannot comprehend the true workings of a divine nature and it drove me
mad to near the point of complete insanity. I was not myself. If you return
to the glade you will notice a tree once lifeless full of blooming flowers and
budding leaves. This is my blessing, that which was my boon. 

In peace may the tides go with you,

Cetrok D'Clend Aengdi,
Treste an' Aerandiri

*Signed by a shortsword over a conch shell...*
<sealed by a stamp of twin coral entwined with willow>