Oddly, I see more people that I know in this burnt out town than I did when I passed through Bree-land.
Daigan found me today. The old man had told him of what had happened and my friend was kind enough to forgive me. We had a good chat, with as much humour as usual, and he assured me that he was not upset with my choice of paths this time. He also assured me that his lady was safe, well and happy, for which I am glad.
His eventual departure was reluctantly made, as if he feared that he would never see me again after this day. That could well be the truth, I suppose, given where I walk next and yet I refuse to believe that such is the case. I will come back from this.
Shortly after he left, Davick appeared. That was unexpected to say the least. He has more important things to attend to than following me across the lands. Does he not have a love to protect from the consequences of her own actions?
He came looking for a fight, it seems. Not from me, but from Avaldir. He wished my aid in making that possible and I flatly refused. He, of course, sought to goad me into it with words of insult and hatred, but I care little for them. I will not aid him in this course, no matter how much bile he spills.
Gone are the days in which he could bully me. I am not that girl anymore, even if he cannot see so. He made this change in me. If he does not appreciate the results of his work, then more fool him!
For all my annoyance toward his words and his request, I love him still and this I told him. That, I think, bothered him more than anything else I could have said. He left in short order with a scowl and a parting threat to follow me. I cannot quite shake the feeling that I have caused this great growling hulk of a man to sulk! A strange concept, perhaps, but an amusing one nontheless.
