It is strange how things can suddenly change sometimes.
I had travelled further along my path. I had, in fact, reached the beginning of the Trollshaws when the rain hit. It was so heavy and cold that I decided to take shelter from it. I hid beneath the stonework of the Last Bridge and once again wondered why they called it that. It was not perfect, but it kept me a little more dry than I would have been had I continued to walk.
I do not know how long I had been there when Marinette appeared, also looking for shelter. Given the circumstances I was far from welcoming of her company, but she stayed all the same and we spoke long into the night. She figured out what I planned for all that I refused to give a straight answer when questioned, but she was also quite forthcoming about a lot of things, including the location of Davick.
The next morning we set out. She walked with me through the Lone Lands and we continued to speak about all that had happened and the misconceptions on both our parts. She had been unaware of her lovers plans, equally unaware that he had implied to me that she had a part in it and all the more unaware that much of what he did he did for her.
When we reached the Forsaken Inn, we parted ways and I travelled on to Nen Harn to find him. It did not take me long. He came out of hiding after a time and instantly attacked me. Well, not attacked exactly. He just sprang at me, wrestled me to the ground and tried to pin me down and yet he was not overly rough, nor did he hurt me for all that I was beating him about the head with a rolled-up parchment at that point.
He has often spoke of being a wolf and wolves are basically undomesticated dogs. This does raise the question of whether or not he eats from a bowl of leftover scraps and if he makes a mess on the floor in houses, but I would rather not consider such things. Rather, I simply think that if he wishes to act the part then he should be treated accordingly, thus I swatted at him with my papers, told him to sit and that he was a naughty boy.
Eventually he stopped his growling and we spoke, or rather, I shouted. A lot. Then some more. It was very theraputic. I got some of the answers I wished for from him. I do not think that what he told me was everything, but it was enough.
Afterwards, I returned to the Forsaken Inn, sent a letter and waited for Drevorin to appear. Considering how we parted ways, I was unsure if he would come to me. Still, he did.
It was so hard to see him. My love for the man warred with my fear over what he had become and my heartbreak at losing him so. The things he said, though...
I find it hard to work out right now if he means them, or if he is merely trying to manipulate me again. He seems genuine and yet... and yet the same could be said of that time upon the roof. I want to trust him, I really do, and I should for trust is supposed to be the foundation of a relationship. It is difficult though. He fully admits his involvement with those people again, that he has slipped back into old habits. If that is so, then how am I to know if he employs such methods against me once more?
