Slight change in the wind brings me back to reality, away from the memories of old times I was recalling. Shaking my head lightly, I look beside me. Three more wine bottles lie empty beside a glass cup, carelessly knocked over. Ah... I drank too much...
Taking the empty bottles and the cup, I stroll out of the welcoming shade the great birch tree casts towards my hause. My hause... I suppose it is a fine place to live... albeit a bit empty at the moment. I have yet to decorate it and make all the arrangements. Such things rarely hold my interest for long.
Opening the door, a beam of light falls upon the room. Upon the red chest that I use mostly as a makeshift table lie several emtpy glasses and bottles, same as ones I am holding right now. Books and scrolls are lie about as well, no bookshelf for me to put them on.
˝ What is wrong with me? Was I always this untidy? ˝
I make some order of the mess, but it is far from tidy as it is...
My gaze falls onto my spear, Narchlach, rested against the wall. Without battle, it serves little purpose. Have I become so blood hungry that I cannot even live peacefully for a couple of weeks? Am I that restless?
I sigh as I pick up my weapon of choice. Sword I have as well, but I have left it in that place long time ago and I have no desire of returning for it. There is still no need for it. This spear alone is reminder enough of my shame.
Why should I wish to bring the other pieces of it back?
