The fireplace is lit and warms the place.

The fire in the hearth crackled, the sounds giving the travelers peace. They huddle around the fireplace for the oddly comforting warmth.

I thought these notes ... have stories about Amma.

This legend seems quite detached from reality.

Ahem. Any other notable experiences?

That's an exciting story.

One day came when the Endministrator came to Valley IV, with gigantic arms with rippling muscles, gripped two Breaker thugs and roared at them like an angry storm:

Hm? No. I wasn't.

*Sigh* Okay, I guess ... I am ... a little sad.

The Snowpriestess left valuable notes, but I hope I can still meet her and hear the stories from her own lips.

Whether they are the stories about this forest, or Amma...

The Snowpriestess left tons of notes. I didn't have time to read them all.

I guessed this might happen. So even though I didn't get to meet her, I'm not too disappointed.

When we opened the cabin door, I was hoping to find the Snowpriestess sitting in this room.

I have questions about Amma. I wish I could hear her give me the answers instead of deciphering them from the notes.

But I'm really glad to have met you in the forest. As I was traveling down from the North, I heard so many stories about you along the way.

Hold on. Let me dig through my notes...

"BLIGHT SCUM! TELL YOUR LOUSY BAWS NEFARITH THAT I DEMAND A DUEL TO THE DEATH!"

A little inn by the road. They have a storyteller.

I know. I've seen your arms. The muscles do not ripple.

Me? You want tales ... of my travels?

Hmm. Let me think... Got it.

There was one winter at an Oathkeepers' fort. Three beautiful snowflakes fell on my shoulders.

But I refused since I wanted to keep them around. And so I froze them permanently with Originium Arts.

Later, I walked through a battlefield ... There, I helped collect the bodies of the fallen and raised a headstone for them.

The headstone was bare and I didn't know what to write. I remembered the three snowflakes — the ice blossoms of their home.

So I embedded them there. They glittered like three stars. I was pleased, and then fell asleep leaning next to the headstone.

I woke the following day and prepared to leave, but three branches snagged my clothes...

And thus, I shaped them into arrows and treasured them ever since.

Amma guided me for all that I have gained or lost in the journey. The winds and branches I followed, and it was fate I found.

Endmin, wake up. It's time to go.

The girl looks at the dancing fire and ponders. She slowly releases a sigh.

Oh...?

Shhh... Listen close...

That was the night when I dreamed of Amma.

What a wonderful child.

Haha...

They were so beautiful that a merchant offered an astonishing price for them.

I thought ... they were gifts from Amma.