I have moved from the ruins now.
He came to me with a message from Daigan. It would seem that my paranoia was not unfounded. They have been asking questions about me around Bree. They are looking, as I thought they might, but I will not let them find me. I cannot, I will not go back.
As soon as he told me, I got my things together, readying myself to leave as quickly as I could. I did not know where to go, I just knew that the ruins were no longer safe. They might follow him, or one of the other few people who know my whereabouts, and I could not risk it. He gave me no choice as to my location, though. I tried to argue but he never listens.
We ran for a long time, he and I, and eventually we arrived here. It is pretty. A small lake surrounded by thick woodland with the largest trees I have ever seen. I am fine here for now but... everything in me tells me that I must move on soon.
He told Daigan how to find me. I said that he could, but a part of me now regrets doing so. Daigan brought a message from Baecere. It is nice to know he remembers me and thinks enough to send a message, even if it was the token pleasantries one might expect. I should not wish for more, I suppose. I was only ever a project to him, and an incomplete one at that. I am told that he will not be back, or if he is it will not be to stay. I knew that even before he left, so it is no surprise to me. I will miss him... but I do not think that I shall see him again.
It is strange. He moved me to a safer place, or at least so he said, and yet more people know of my whereabouts now than before, when I was still in the ruins. He sent his sister to me, Daigan too. The Ranger managed to track me down as well, as did Baradar. The increasing amount of people is beginning to make me edgy. I will move again soon, I think.
First, though, I must see him again. Or, at least, give him ample time to return. He said he would and, although I do not believe that he has reason to anymore, still I must give him a chance to surprise me.
