The last few days have not been as eventful. Very quiet, but at times certain happenings reached the edges. I feel the urge to write about a certain person who, despite the appearance, caught my attention. An old man who goes by the name Gilderoy.
I were standing next to a wall, for little reason other than gather my thoughts, until he spoke to me, asking whether I were eavesdropping on the people inside the room. Of course, I replied in all honesty, that my purpose and interest, were not directed to those behind doors. We began to converse of matters of honor, and in little time it began to seem clear to me that he were a true treasure, a bottomless well of knowledge and wisdom. Eventually I learned about his area of expertise; He were learned in the art of alchemy. I could not resist but to inquire, whether he would be willing to share his experience, teach me something about the way substances change, as though to enable me to learn, as well as apply some of the findings on surgery.
He gave me a cautious look, spoke to me of dangers should I wish to misuse Alchemy for destructive purposes. He wished to test my view on the subject, and so I insisted, it were my personal curiosity and will to improve my profession. He seemed convinced, and ever since has shown me much generosity, kindness. He gifted me with a heap of books and scrolls, for me to study on. He offered to lend me his own alchemical tools, until I had my own."Only the best for you, Favarth", he said. I hear words of praise from him, which I am unused to hear. Sir Gilderoy generally appears to appreciate my efforts. Myself even. I do admit the fact that I look up to him. I was lucky to happen upon him, for he is more worthy than all that I have known so far. Still there is much to learn about the man, though, it is the first time in Bree, for me to trust someone other than Waldera so greatly. Perhaps I see him as what my father would have been like, if he set aside the drink, and his maddening hatred towards me.
Word has reached to sir Gilderoy that the Red Witch has returned. He led me to believe he wishes to put an end to her threat, and I am willing to aid him however I can. Though, this brings me to a difficult dilemma; should anyone find out, if something in the future leaked out, should I become directly involved, there is a chance my fiancée would be brought in peril. I cannot risk it. Therefore all shall have to be done in utter secrecy. lady Varawen has yet again taken an interest in my thoughts, my plans and methods…She fidgets suspiciously at the mention of the woman named Nalokha. I trust her not, and nor does my teacher, even though she knows nothing of it.
I hope all shall go well. As I hope never to be locked up in the future, as it happened in the following days. It seems my fortune flirts with enclosed places, restrainernt. Though this time there was not a single window, in the cell where Lady watcher, Rhyanda placed me. It were the Hobbit, the one bearing a lavender hat that reported me for attempt of murder. Though, I were merely trying to prove the amount of fear people hold against me, when I pretended to be wishing to operate on the creature. Until I offered the Hobbit a piece of food instead, in order show that I had in fact no will to scathe. Though it appears it was turned against me after all, as I were thought by the halfling to have an intention to kill. Had I wished to remove a life, I would have done so, as I explained. There is naught easier to do, for someone who bares as much knowledge as I, when it comes to keeping the flame of life itself flickering. Eventually I convinced of my innocence, solved this misunderstanding, and I was set free.
Until then, it felt similarly to a caged animal.
I hate it.
Just like the time before I left home.
