He was back in Westalis.

For years, he dreamed about coming back to his own country, where he wouldn 't have to live in the shadows, and he could pronounce his own name without fear. During his years in Ostania, he imagined that, once he was back in his homeland, he would be able to sleep well again and find some sort of peace.

But weeks have passed and he had realized he could never find peace 'not without his family.

Another night without sleep. At least the night before he 'd been lucky enough to get a couple of hours, but not this time. Even though it was still dark, he could hear the birds starting to sing.

He stretched his arm, took out a thick piece of paper from behind his pillow and stared at it for a long time.