It has been many days since I last left Pemberth. I spend the majority of my time in my garden, cultivating my herbs or simply resting beneath the starlight. I rarely venture indoors unless I must. Even now, I find the decorated walls and lofty ceilings to be little more than a pretty cage; a trap in which one can so easily be caught.
I occupy myself creating potions and ointments. The beggar man, Finch, is in need of a salve for various sores and I cannot but offer my aid. I recall all to well how it felt to live upon the streets of Bree, frozen and starving, alone and despised by those who would pass by with their noses in the air. Raruccu taught me the importance of kindness, how even a simple act can have such a large impact upon a life. I doubt that my offering of free ointments to soothe his irritants will effect him overmuch, but that matters little. It is not for reward that I do such things. It is merely to make the life of another that bit more pleasant, even if only for a short time.
My gaze drifts to the north on occasion, toward the hall upon the cliff. My heart aches for that which is happening there and I feel so helpless to change it. Kazy is nothing to me; I dislike what it is she does, the people that she works for, the self-absorbed greed-ridden and duplicitous way in which she conducts her life. However, no one deserves to go through what she faces now, not even a woman as despicable as she. As bad as I feel for her, I know that there is little I can do save continue to entreat Cyfier to let her go.
Perhaps there is one thing....
