Hardoleth

Well what have we here little one?  A journal of sorts?  Perhaps I should not have read this, but it was left lying in a drawer, under your clothing, I can not see why any objection would be raised?

It is high time I wrote something about the dearest friend I have, his name is Fiontann and I just hope that you get to spend many years getting to know him.  Most of my friends are sellswords son, and as such the risks to their mortality are great.  But if the Gods are just, they will keep Fiontann safe for he is one of the best men that I know, if not the best.

Your Father came to see you today and he held you for the first time.  I am sure he is as proud of you as I am and will grow to love you as I do.  He did not leave you son, he left me, nay, we have left each other, when you are older I will explain to you why it was for the best.  Your Father said he will acknowledge you as his bastard. 

Hello there old friend, thought it was about time I gave you a nod once more. Should not keep you waiting as long as I have in the past. You deserve better than that.

When Hardoleth first told Neyaa he loved her, she knew then it would not be forever.

Well here is a bastard I have not seen in ages on end, it must have been months since last we two spoke. You were surprisingly dusty, but then again if you were not, I would have been suspicious that someone had read you. Woe to the both of us if someone did, huh, lad? Hah...

The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned

“No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.”

"Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver.  But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it"