An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - I will be an artist of The Collision. I lived through it all: the massacre on the bridge, the building of the new temple. I saw the Religion of the Mask spread amongst the people. But this world has not seen me. My name is not mentioned in the books of the prophets. I am not a protagonist in the old wives' tales. My own people point back at me in puzzlement and disbelief. No matter; I must continue on my quest. The battle of the bridge may be over, but the temple is still waiting for its masterpiece.
