Dear diary,
How interesting these last days have been... What I have experienced lately is... something else, without a doubt. I suppose I should start with something rather important and good to know.
To put it quite simply, my father truly is no more. I was found by a bounty hunter--though my being found I knew was inevitable--and taken to a location where my father was. However, once I was there, the structure was rumbling, acting as if it wished to collapse... Awarth had trailed the bounty hunter and myself, and... simply put, he came to my rescue, to get me away from my father once more.
Then the structure failed in that one of the columns collapsed and the room began to flood rather quickly... my father then--from what I was told--fell off of the top of the stairs into the water below... some pieces of the ceiling following him.
Yes, that means he either drowned or was crushed by the ensuing rubble as the structure completely collapsed. Likely both. One might think it a bit morbid to write that their father's passing is a good thing, but... unless they lived as I did, then they will not understand.
I am away from my shop for a short while, on a trip in the wilderness with Tordann... he's a good man, and I really feel that we were meant for one another. I should start thinking of making another dress for myself, but what sort of design should I use in it?
I've also been saving quite a bit, save for necessities for both the shop and myself and the rent. I should have enough to buy my own home soon... though I do wonder where it will be... I suppose I should begin looking, hmm? Then again... no, there is too much thought here, I will have to think further on it.
Still... I am so relieved I no longer have to fear my father... I have not been so happy, so free, before it happened. And Torr... well, he makes me all the happier. I wouldn't have it any other way.
- Bretthera
