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" It's been many a day since I opened this book and wrote in it, so I think I should take the time to at least jot down a few words...
The war is finally over, at least this war, though dozens of threats to Sundren still exist some nearer some farther, I find myself tired all over some days, I take what comfort I can from those as close to me as they can be. Mostly these days those people are reduced to Osclow, Hano, and Tamryn. I've been trying to get to know some of the newer arrivals, but after seeing so many fall in this harsh land.. there is a part of me that fears to get to know them.
Sadly, Eira and I are at odds now, I knew it would come to this as I slowly watched the once passionate woman die in the freezing cold of Auril, the lose is just one more thing that weighs heavily on my mind. I wish I had an answer.. though perhaps it was simply arrogance to pit myself against a goddess.. despite what the young men sometimes say. A Tiefling in Black Armor provided the catalyst through deception to make Eira accuse me of betrayal, though I can't imagine I could have maintained closeness with her much longer, Auril has truly killed her compassion.
I have taken to walking in disguise as a traveling bard, Josephine Martin, though few take notice which is how I'd prefer it. It's something of a relief to not be noticed in my usual red clothes, to be anonymous, I had forgotten how nice it was to not be well known, though Osclow and I have both found the ability to walk unobserved to be useful.
Hano has had the death geas removed from him.. Tamryn is still absent searching for answers to Sundren's woes and Osclow's involved in a rather uncomfortable love triangle, that makes me want to hug and strangle him at the same time. I find myself lonely.
Looking back on all I have written above, I realize that my mind is pretty jumbled, I hope that it does interfere with my work. I'll work more on this later. "
Kathryn puts the book back onto a shelf in the Triumvirate amongst many unmarked Tomes before heading back out into the City
The war is finally over, at least this war, though dozens of threats to Sundren still exist some nearer some farther, I find myself tired all over some days, I take what comfort I can from those as close to me as they can be. Mostly these days those people are reduced to Osclow, Hano, and Tamryn. I've been trying to get to know some of the newer arrivals, but after seeing so many fall in this harsh land.. there is a part of me that fears to get to know them.
Sadly, Eira and I are at odds now, I knew it would come to this as I slowly watched the once passionate woman die in the freezing cold of Auril, the lose is just one more thing that weighs heavily on my mind. I wish I had an answer.. though perhaps it was simply arrogance to pit myself against a goddess.. despite what the young men sometimes say. A Tiefling in Black Armor provided the catalyst through deception to make Eira accuse me of betrayal, though I can't imagine I could have maintained closeness with her much longer, Auril has truly killed her compassion.
I have taken to walking in disguise as a traveling bard, Josephine Martin, though few take notice which is how I'd prefer it. It's something of a relief to not be noticed in my usual red clothes, to be anonymous, I had forgotten how nice it was to not be well known, though Osclow and I have both found the ability to walk unobserved to be useful.
Hano has had the death geas removed from him.. Tamryn is still absent searching for answers to Sundren's woes and Osclow's involved in a rather uncomfortable love triangle, that makes me want to hug and strangle him at the same time. I find myself lonely.
Looking back on all I have written above, I realize that my mind is pretty jumbled, I hope that it does interfere with my work. I'll work more on this later. "
Kathryn puts the book back onto a shelf in the Triumvirate amongst many unmarked Tomes before heading back out into the City
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