Its strange... Its been weeks since Calathildir left, opening my eyes to my folly before leaving. A true friend he is, even to the end. I wonder had he arrived at his destination yet, and whether he had found relief there.
That feeling of darkness around me has been fainter lately, ever since I met Amlarad, who I value highly, as well as Oldgrove.
Even more after Ive met Lord Vingilotz and lady Morielen. And others as well..chance meetings, most of them.
For a social reculse such as myself, especially one whose friends were all dead or gone, these meetings have had a great impact. I feel alive again..
Do I dare live again? Do I dare to look towards the future? Should I...?
