Journal Entry #1
Written from the inn at Herne
The road to Herne was becoming more than unbearable with the amount of water I treaded just getting through Sarn Ford. The only benefit was that Elisende and her new companions were there making my trip shorter than I expected.
We discussed various things before I noticed a figure yet again in the trees. Always the same figure, the same glare, Captain Drorloth.
I feel like I'm being haunted by what I did.
And like always, he disappears like a ghost. I can't chase him either. Somehow he always eludes me. It must just be that, a ghost.
Overcoming the vision, I pulled out the figure to show Elisende, but her reaction was not what I was expecting. She was taken aback by it, shuddering to even touch it. I thought she was of a like mind when it came to this stuff, as her head was always thinking about it and running to find more. But no, she translated it and handed it back, saying it should've stayed buried. That tells me a lot about her character, and unfortunately how this friendship will probably end.
She's a good and upstanding citizen, who knows good people and does good things. I only act like that, but I am not.
I think in a way I'm envious, she's spoken so well of her life and her husband, and I've always wanted that. The idea of a "normal life."
Even the more of her friends I meet, I realize just how different I am. A lost daughter, raised to be a Corsair. Forgotten, something completely different than I once was as a child.
Unfortunately, I don't have much of a choice. Those kids back in Gondor needed help, who knew it would set me so far from what I thought I'd grow up to be? Even Thurintier had a rough beginning but managed to make something better of himself, shame I didn’t know I had a choice.
I need to focus, my contact wants the relic, and I have other things to catch up on in Gondor. Aside from the setback on views, I feel like it's been a nice night talking with 'friends'.
I will relish what I can before I take my leave.
