Morning dawns again and still there is no sign.
Since the night that Drevorin and I parted ways, I have wished for nothing more than to see him, speak to him, to set things right. I cannot do that, however, if I know not where he is.
The messages are sent via Delinor, Rosabur, Elaene and even a woman who spends much of her time in the Inn, but I have heard no word in return. Thus I do the only thing that I can: I wait.
Night after night, I go to the wall atop the Scholars Stair. I sit there watching the stars and moon and just hope that tonight is the night he will come to me. It never is, though. I wait and wait in vain and with the morning light I find myself lonely and disappointed yet again.
I know that he comes here to think sometimes, to speak with people outside of the confines of the inn and where privacy is a little more assured. I used to meet him here frequently. This place became something more than just an area with a pleasant view. Is that why he comes here no longer?
With each lonely night, each disenchanting sunrise, I become more and more disillusioned. Should I continue to wait, perched upon the wall like a forlorn owl? Or should I do as so many say and forget about the man who means so much to me?
Some would say to follow my heart, but alas it leads me nowhere except to this wall. Of course, they are the same people who tell me that I should never speak with him again. Advice can be so contradictory sometimes.
