It is the end of winter, and I remember fondly of what Dytha told me. An offer to come back to my home-lands and once again defend them, to aid my people and gain a true purpose. I do not long for coin, nor the menial things it provides. I long for my home-land, to see the children play once again freely without fear of what lurks in the shadows.
I am to leave soon, I have hired a caravan to take my most important pieces of furniture to Fréasburg, and I have already sold my land, and my home. I do hope the new owner will make use of my forge, lest it be left to the elements.
I know Sioltar will be happy, to once again feel the wind flow through his hair day after day. Long rides, and many groomings. I'll be spoiling him before long. My future is uncertain, but I know what comes next.
To Fréasburg.
