How many people in my life would I lose one way or another? Am I just not fit to have people around me besides those that I can actually trust and work with?
Where, oh, where would I begin with this journal? Hell, it's been such a long time since I have written in it at all! Things both bad and good had been happening and it had been all in some sort of blur more or less.
I slipped back into town briefly for a few supplies, intending to take them back to the camp with me. But as chance would have it, I ran into a young lady and struck up a conversation. She suggested that her friends might have work fitting for me, and the next thing I knew, I was surrounded by some of the kindest and most gracious folk I'd ever come across. Is this the glimpse of hope that Aldwyn encouraged me to be on the lookout for?