Obligations and oaths have been my friend's companions while they stayed in Floodwend, revisiting old friends and relatives from a distant past. While they have gained nourishment from this, I have tried to figure out the riddle with the crow, the wolf and what forces that might have driven us from Bancross and to the northern regions of the mark.
My inner dark self is still at unease by these events, which has driven me to explore the area surrounding Floodwend, but the land hides its mysteries well from me. There is nothing out of the ordinary to track and the air is clear and only brings the hope of a mild spring across the horisont. I have spotted the crow from time to time, but it seems to have settled down for the moment, living on what scraps it can scavenge from the villager’s waste.
But it seems we are on the move again and this time towards Stangard. I’m ambivalent towards this and my thoughts are in turmoil, considering we will get very close to my homes of old. The borders to one of my homes are closed to us and the other one was destroyed while I was a child. While I only fear the memories of the destroyed home, I dread the judgment that might be passed on me from the other one. I have never been able to travel the path they wanted me to follow and instead walked the darker one. Death and ruin have been in my wake, more than peace and prosperity. Aye, I’m certain Adanadar will be scornful towards me and his kin will be hostile, if we ever try to enter their realm.
But still there is a part within me, whispering that this path needs to be tread again.
Whispering promises about joy and dread, doing so.
