We returned to Bree-land, Drevorin and I.
I had known that it would not be easy for either of us; less easy for him, of course. He has no recollection of this place or the people he once knew here and I can only guess at the dangers he faces from the more unsavoury inhabitants of the town. He asks me for answers, for information, so often. I think he believes that I am holding out on him, refusing to share what I know, when the truth is that he was always so close-mouthed with me in his former life and thus I know so little.
Since our arrival, he has been attacked twice. Once by the fool Daigan, too twisted and blinded by his own rage and lust for blood that he cannot and will not understand the change in circumstance. I bore witness to that one and only barely managed to prevent bloodshed by throwing myself at Drevorin when he was poised to strike. More than anything now, I fear a complete return to the way he used to be and whilst I cannot be certain, I feel that the taking of anothers life so soon, when he is still coming to terms with who he is now, when he is still so fragile, could facilitate an ultimate regression.
The second attack I was not there to see. He told me of it however. A former contact of his, Zalaros and a man who shrouded his face with a dark scarf or mask. He told me that he came out of it unscathed, but also that he threw the named man down a pit with no food, water or way out. To say that I was horrified by such news is an understatement. Murder is terrible enough, but to perpetrate it in such a cruel manner is beyond imagining. Still, I was able to exact a promise from him that he would find a way to retrieve the man from the hole. That, at least, is progress I think for he never would have shown such mercy, even at my behest, in times gone by.
Still, not all has been so dour.
Blodwynn and I are getting along again, much to my delight. It almost seems as if our argument never occured. I am glad of this for many reasons, not least of all being that she is willing to give Drevorin one more chance at my request. She still fears him, which I can easily understand and do not fault her for it, yet she is trying to overcome it for me. Her support is greatly appreciated, as is her trust.
Baradar has also been supportive, although I can tell it does not sit well with him. His feelings for me are at odds with my feelings for Drevorin and whilst I wish it were not so, I fear that I have hurt him deeply. Aside from some wariness, though, he has been welcoming.
Baecere is another. He has granted my request to have Drevorin stay with us at the house for which I am truly thankful. Of course, he tells me that it is my responsibility to handle Adaryn and Jairyth when they learn of this arrangement and inevitably become vocal about it. I most definately do not look forward to that for the woman has a shriek which can etch glass and, it seems, is never afraid to put it to use. Thankfuly, Jairyth is much more level-headed, calm and less likely to make my ears bleed.
