I am unable to sleep, I have not eaten. My only companion the whiskey gifted me by a friend, I have narrowed it down to one or two suspects. I see the look in her eyes, I can guess as to her thoughts though she does not speak of them. Pacing up and down of a night as she does in that farmhouse of hers. Will she back me?
At a roadside Inn I had wasted away. I owe Anlaf a fair bit of coin. It has been over a week since my return. What was simply supposed to be a supply run. I feel as though I am dreaming. I'm having a horrendous nightmare. And soon, I will wake from it. Lavender being the first scent to grace my nostrils.
But of course as I gaze up at the stars I know, I know I will never see her again. I had hoped she would move on from me, Find happiness elsewhere. Leave it in the hands of the fates. She had been so reckless, the trouble she had got herself into at various times.
The fates answered.
I did not even get to see her sweet face again, To hold her one last time. To kiss her.
I will never have that privilege again. Of course, I knew this was going to happen. I knew. My curse lingers on, everything I touch burns and turns to ash before my very fingers. I should know this by now. Some think I did it. I had only come back for supplies. And then, I never would have returned. How I wish I had not walked into town. Now with the knowledge that I have I must endeavour to bring some sort of justice.
I am lost, I lingered at that roadside Inn for so long because I was uncertain if I had made the right decision. I wished to save her from myself but in doing so I could not protect her.
I am lost. My heart is empty, I feel numb. As cold as the frozen wastelands of the Lossoth.
