I’m troubled… I can't collect my thoughts and deep within me a darkness rage and demand to be released.
We have been on the road for some time now, traveling from Aldburg heading somewhere up north, maybe all the way to Dale. The last few days we have been slowly making our way towards Faldham, our current destination. The ride had been pleasant, with slow winter winds brushing our hair, but not unkindly resulting in frostbites. This would have been a ride I could enjoy, with good friends… but alas… As we get closer to Faldham, we also pass the East wall. It is in the far distance, but its shadow looms over me… causing trouble thoughts… dark thoughts.
The place haunts me in my dreams, haunts me with the screams of the dark folks, the clashes of swords and shields, my own terrible rage… and my death. But I did not die.. the result of my traveling companions who found and healed me. Some would say my actions that day were done by a hero, but I see it as a reckless action of a man who could not control himself.
Ylffa has always sensed my thoughts for some reason, but I brush her aside, ignoring her attempts for support when she tries to approach me. I know my foul mood is triggered by the presence of the East wall and from somewhere distant, the winds echo a message to me; There is the wall, drawing boundaries to the east, I do hear its call, inviting me to be the crow's feast.
As we approach Faldham, to my dismay Waelden spots a lonely wretched Yrch hiding near the road, deep within a bush. My dark mood gets enlightened by its presence, and I spur my mount and ride towards it, dismount at the last moment and wrestle it to the ground, like it was a child. Despite my dark rage and Waeldens stern questions, it offers us nothing worth of information. And with great pleasure, I slowly kill it, feeling no remorse for taking my time doing it. How my father would have been ashamed of me. In the distance he sings to me; There I have fallen, to numerous dark menacing beasts, My courage now small, and my shrouded fear is released.
Later, when we finally arrive at the gate of Faldham, I’m not myself anymore. I want to tear and kill more of the Yrchs and my mood is so bad that I even snapped at Thane of Faldham. That I know was uncalled for, because he was nothing but courteous and offered me a position not many others would get. In the end I left the hall, with parting words that we would leave Faldham at first light. As I find a spot in the stables, near my mount, I fall fast asleep while the wind whispers; I no longer stand tall, my light and hope are now deceased, How I dread, I dread the East wall.
