sad

The first steps in the grassy fields of Evendim lit the party up with relief. The darkness of the haunted North Down lands are behind them. But yet for one of the party, a new weight sets in, a weight of reality of loss. But she pressed through, going forward to be the main figure of the party. And the party eventually made it to Ost Forod.

The door to the quaint little hut swings open without care or concern, slamming against the hard wall on the left and shattering a few more splinters off of it. The door itself already has noticeable cracks in it, enough to see the inside from out and the outside from in. Stitches steps in after abusing the wooden panel, soaked in rainwater and carrying a bottle in one hand. He hiccups and closes the door the other way.

Diary,

How is it possible to feel this way? To be elated yet so miserable? I feel as though I am walking on clouds as I drown.