Nexana

The day had started off so well. As well as could be expected given a man crossing paths with a former lover. So gifted in the deadly art of ending men's lives. Especially as I did wonder whether or not it was she desired my death. Given the hasty severing of ties with the Firefly whom we both once called friend. She threatened my life if I should hurt her, as I recall. But even as this was a surprise to me I'd achieved my aims of finding what I was looking for. Another job crossed off my list.

One fine bottle of Dalish whiskey, and a small keg of very difficult to procure Kingsmead in these times of war. My gifts to my friends for their wedding celebration. I am caught up with the books I am pleased to report. Freedom at last. The Mayor can have his taxes now that I can be certain exactly what he is owed and be damned.

Freedom is now within my sights, I need only reach out. Claw my way up out of this chasm I have found myself in. Grasp the ledge and pull myself up. How sweet it will be. 

Perhaps I will finally be able to take that journey to the Shire I was denied in the summer.

Why was I so foolish as to wonder what had been occupying Aallan while I've been ill? 

Several pages of my journal parchment lay crumpled beside me. Full of words, furious, confused, and wounded. 

I am thankful Conrob was not here when I received Aallan's latest letter.

I cannot reply in writing. I don't know if I should reply at all. My body has healed, but now my heart has been torn asunder.