I had hoped that my time upon this bench would come to an end when finally I discovered the fate of Cyfier. That had ever been the purpose of my sitting here and my plan as pertaining to this one narrow aspect of my future. I have no real love for this place; for the town or for my hard cold stone seat. Nevertheless, here I have waited because it was the most convenient and most likely place in which to find the information I desired.
I have that now, so I should be able to move on, to find somewhere more comfortable to while away my time or to put more effort into the things I have been neglecting of late. Alas, whilst one desire had been fulfiled another remains unsatisfied.
There are those who knew the purpose behind my daily vigils. Were I to leave now then it is possible that they may do a little mental arithmatic and arrive at the correct answer. I cannot be the one to inadvertantly make his return known. I know not if Seaver still holds murderous intent toward Cyfier, but I have no intention of alerting his enemies - potential or otherwise - to his presence within these lands. If a little discomfort on my part perpetuates the illusion that he remains lost, then so be it.
I have not even told Haldrid of this joyous development. He has been away of late, indulging in some pastime or other. I have had no opportunity to ask nor any desire to intrude on his privacy. It is a shame really as I do miss his presence and the knowledge that I can confide in him about anything. Still, I am not certain that I would have told him even had he been available. I trust him implicitly, but this is not my secret to tell.
In the meantime they come to me, friends old and new, whilst I await further contact. I speak with them at length or not as per their own desires. I do as I have always done; I listen, I watch, I offer advice when I feel it necessary, but I remain out of place. I do not belong here. I never have.
