personal thoughts

Journal Entry #1

Written from the inn at Herne

The road to Herne was becoming more than unbearable with the amount of water I treaded just getting through Sarn Ford. The only benefit was that Elisende and her new companions were there making my trip shorter than I expected.

We discussed various things before I noticed a figure yet again in the trees. Always the same figure, the same glare, Captain Drorloth.

I never was a lady, no. Sometimes I wish I could be graceful.  I have none of the traits of a proper lady. My mother, she always wished to wring my neck for it.  My temper, my confidence is only on the outside. My deepest regrets are in this journal, I hope no one finds it, I'm such a scared little child.  What will I do with myself?  Yet again the pages of this entry are stained with tears.