Zamzi's allegiance has turned again. From the darkened path of the Shadowbinder, to the cutthroat trials of the Plaguebringer, he has come home, to the land of his heritage, to once again follow the curious way of the Youngest God. The Arcanist has welcomed him with many open arms.

The mad priest's heart beats anew in his homeland. The blood-soaked paths of destruction no longer burn under his paws. Without the dogma and strife of the Abiding Boneyard, Zamzi's ministrations to the Killjoy clan have softened once more. Although he is still a valiant protector of the weak, his soft stanzas fill the ears of his listeners with hope.

Zamzi's eyes are full of stars once more. He has coaxed his stone heart to beat again, as he wanders down his own weary path. The other members of the clan watch him in awe... but not fear. Not so much fear as they once did. He is welcoming of this change. To be a lonely priest is one thing, but to be a lonely Killjoy is quite another.

---

The Killjoys have returned home, and with them, Zamzi has returned to his exile.