Cyfier did return as promised, for which I am thankful. It was later than I had hoped, for the sky was beginning to lighten as he arrived and although I needed no explanation for his tardiness, he nevertheless apologised to me, stating that he had been dealing with a small crisis. I asked for no details and recieved none.
We talked for a time about a few of his plans. However, he still would not tell me what it is that he had in mind for the next day; this action that he fears may destroy our friendship. I did ask, but he told me that it was "too harsh" to speak of and would say no more on the subject.
To my joy, as tentative as it may be, he was more alike the man I knew. He was less cold throughout our talk, less distant than he has been in recent weeks. He assured me that this would all be over soon, that the man I knew him to be was still somewhere beneath the surface just waiting for that time to come. He even expressed his sorrow over the loss of Esfin, knowing that he was a friend to me, and held my hand when I offered it. He seemed somehow grateful that I had not already turned my back on him, and my promise to keep an open mind regarding what he does; although it may just be my imagination making me believe so.
Nevertheless, when he departed some time later, I could not help but wish that he would turn around and come back in. I could not help but wish that I had more time with him before whatever is to occur. Still, I was left with the impression that all will be well again... one day.
After a brief sleep, I travelled to Bree to bring my medicines to the beggar-man, Finch. Unfortunately, I was unable to locate him, thus I must save these poultices and potions for another day. I did, however, meet the elf Ithilwien once more; the one who had told me so much of the Legion when last I spoke with her. Once more, she was forthcoming but told me little that I was not already aware of by other means. Her admittance that she had been pregnant, but that Loor's wife, her own grandmother, had forcibly caused her to lose the child left me feeling nauseous and far more disturbed by the evil inherant in the Legion than ever before.
A later conversation with Davick and Tillie served to remind me of how uncomfortable I am around the pair. I cannot quite place my finger upon the cause, but try as I might I can not quite like Tillie. She seems nice enough, if nosey and inappropriate, but the way she speaks for him leaves me more than a little disturbed.
The day has passed now, yet I have heard nothing of this terrible act which Cyfier spoke of. I can only hope that this is a good sign, that he has rethought his plan and chosen another route. My natural pessimism tells me that word has not yet reached the town, however, and not to allow my hopes to rise.
