Midnight RPG - Chapter 28.41

The following takes place after Zal'Kazir and Eranon meet in town but before they are called away by the activity on the Spear of Grief. I can't remember exactly where the conversation left off, so forgive me if I pick up in a strange or unnatural place. I was planning to pick up right after Zal mentioned Eranon looked troubled.

Eranon

Eranon looks up at Zal'Kazir, a mixture of pain, rage, and fatigue evident. The previous fire in his eyes has diminished somewhat.

Eranon: "Yes, my friend, I am tormented by this place, seeing this has stabbed to the very heart of me. Seeing these criminals laugh and sing in their city bought and payed for by the blood of those they rob. They could do so much against the shadow, yet they wall themselves in while Aryth dies."

Narration

As Eranon speaks these words new to the elf's lips, words of intolerant guarded untrust, the small black speckled terrier yaps at his feat. Growling on occasion to show it's mettle in this new age of hate. It is the year of Eredane's 1st millennium, year 100. And the summer spoils on having just begun only six short days ago - yet in this place, in this time the summer seems to have captured all hate and brought it to the feat of this would-be elven hero.
Things not known on the wind conspire in this time, things of deceit and treachery and the arrow sting of love long turned foul... There will be a reckoning across Eredane this season - the disease of hate spreads where it once was not welcome. With each bitter word the elf speaks, the clatter of hooves driven by another bitter elf ride out to seek mass extermination, carnage, decimation, cleansing, massacre, mass murder, race extermination, annihilation - seeking genocide of the fey.
Were the will to save the world ever at these pathwalker's grasp it has long since fumbled into the darkness... And the Great Lady feels fear for the first time since being scarred...