*rubbing her stomach the old sooth sayer sets down the plate that held her meat pie.*
Ah what a fine snack that was, again I thank you. You spoil me too much. Is it the stories that brings you back or something more? Auck, it matters not, you are here and I have more stories to share. This one is special for I hold in my hand an excerpt from Falra's diary. Ask not how I obtained it, for I will not tell you, only that it is here and I will share.
*The old woman lays out a single page of paper written on it is as follows:*
I write this in the book I was given by someone special to me. We may not be one but we are very close for he does not linger, hem, nor haw in what he has to say to me. He has shown me that I have a voice of my own and that it is no longer controlled by those that once held me. To say I care dearly for him, is not quite enough. If I am to listen to those that yammer on about love, then maybe that is what I feel for Drunn but it is beyond that. We have shared the warmth of a bear skin rug together many times, but what comes to the forefront of my mind are our talks.
He listens to what woes me and offers advice when he sees fit. Above all, he doesn't shy away from those questions most find difficult to explain. I asked him once, what love was. He told me then that it was something difficult to explain. The best he could offer then was that love was when you can't pull someone from your mind. No matter what is happening, they are always there. They are someone you are willing to give your life up for to protect, and yearn to hold onto for as long as you can. Though I often think about Drunn, and I would do my best to keep him alive, I do not think I could give myself wholly to him and no other. This I know, as well as I know he could not do that same for me.
Though he is special beyond a doubt, what I feel for him is not this -love- these men spout to me so soon after meeting me. I have had two tell me that they love me, yet neither know me well enough to think of such. Are all men so easy to sway with a single smile. I have laid down with no other save Drunn, even if they wish it. I am no longer a slave to be handed around for gold or barter. Drunn has shown me this, not just told me. All the others have given only words, with nothing to back them up. Through him, I learned I could do as I pleased. I guess in the end, a small part of me feels love for him, but not in the way the others boast about. He will forever be thought of by me, as the man that woke me up from my thoughts of slavery. For this I am thankful. He has released the mental bonds, one day he, another, or myself will release the physical ones.
*The old lady takes the page away and tenderly sets it into a box* There you have it, Falra's own words. I met this Drunn once, a massive man swathed in hides with some number of human skulls always attached to his belt. He was impressive and a little intimidating. His smile, when not turned on Falra always seemed menacing to me. Ah well, it could be that he toward over me as if I were some rabbit on the ground to be snatched up and tossed into a pot for dinner. Huh, odd that I come up with that as an explanation for how I felt around him. I can say this much though! He had a desire for red heads, that one did. Well that's enough for now. Maybe I'll share more of what is in this box.. maybe not...
