I had harvested the last I needed from the great spirit Dinraal, and the great fairy of Tabantha had blessed my armor with her magick. I felt a sadness in my heart, as I might never fly with Dinraal again. Being what I am, I felt a kindred spirit in Dinraal. Another wanderer at home in the lonely wild. I stopped to admire the sun rise over the Tabantha stable, and smiled at the breeze. A good day.