While recently taking her trip to norland on her trip around aevos, a bird came down and delivered the missive to her, scowling, the woman ripped it to shreds and tossed it into the flames of the ashen tree " Our nation has gone to shit, let it burn just like its predecessor has before, i will no longer bleed for it thats for sure " Reaching to her shoulder she ripped her patch off of her pauldron, the patch that was supposed to be a symbol of peace in petra, one of honor and stability, yet it was soiled so easily.. Estrid sighed, allowing the candles to burn the patch into ash, afterwards, she pulled her red cloak off of her back, the one gifted to her by philip, one of the best generals to grace the petra guard, with sadness, she threw that to into the flames as well, watching everything she had worked for turn to ash. Stiffening her form, she saluted " Flowing water, let the tyrants of the commonwealth perish. " and with that, the woman watched, she watched as everything she once held dear to her heart burned and fizzled out with the wind, though she did not cry, for she had no more tears to shed for something she had mourned long ago