A letter about the fleetlord

Brother 

hear my words and give me insight into your wisdom. Long weeks I have spent aboard a ship on the way to Mitraspera to support the invasion there. 

A high honor to be chosen to be placed directly under a champion of the gods. Now I have the chance to serve the hadragar and weave honor into my own saga. 

But now doubts grieve my soul. How can such a blessing of the gods be upon him at the same time and yet the devourer has driven her madness into his mind. 

It happened only a short time before our arrival. 

One night a cry tore us from sleep almost as if from the wild beasts of the homeland. 

Unable to fall back asleep we looked around until finally the fleet prince burst from his roust, raging bloodlust in his eyes.

Again and again he roared like a wild, calling for Jonna and her to stop chasing him. Each  call accompanied by a mighty slash of his weapon. Tirelessly like gyldras scythe through golden grain he cut through several of our floodborn. 

Several threw themselves at him to stop him only the voices of our mist singers. two in number, could finally get through to him. 

He seemed to be released from a trance and retreated to his sleeping place to gather with the mist singers. 

I did not hear it myself but Bejarn whispered to me that he opened himself in deep ritualized bids to Kovadr and laid out his soul. 

So hear me brother and share with me your wisdom as a mist singer