"Ah, before i continue with this story i must apologize for not introducing myself. My name is Nun, i received my name from my father. He received the same name from his father which received the name from his father. So, its a family name and goes back all the way to our first father. He received the name many years ago from the Giver on the mountain when men first received their purpose. The great Giver noticed our ancient father observing man's ways and blessed us with the name Nun.
From then on we have observed all the events of the peoples in Myndia. Every father has passed on his knowledge to his children since before ancient times. Though many have forgotten the language of men we are still drawn in the night to dance around flames and teach our lessons. If you pay close attention we will show you many stories of love, loss, victory and defeat. I believe men express it as 'like a moth to a flame.'
It seems my cousin is just waking up in the city. He holds part of this tale as well. There seems to be some sort of emergency. We will leave Aviv alone for now. Do not worry, he is holding up just fine for the most part. Enjoy the trip to the city. True it is a dangerous place but no more dangerous than this tree."
