The night spending at the Forsaken Inn had gotten a hold of me. Whoever that is "haunting" that damn inn had made me think for the worse. It didn't help either when Oak had vanished without a word. Where could he have gone to..?
Siofran had found us at the inn still. As happy as I should have been to see another companion, something had tugged at my memories of the Easterlings in Evendim as well as the ones around the Old Forest. I had gone downstairs but Sriva and Siofran followed. I wasn't paying enough attention when they had gone on of these "voices". I told them to go home but they had asked me why. Normally, I wouldn't speak my fears out loud but I had told them of my fears of something like what had happen with the Easterlings again. That had begun to be of a travel to find Pellam but ended us in that ambush. Almost all of them had gotten injured in that battle, save for perhaps Siofran. And what did I have from that battle? That damn fear and memory. No injuries or anything.
After a while, it was best that I needed fresh air and so, we had gone outside. I felt as if it has been longer than a day when I saw the sun. It was so blinding to me. I felt really...relieved though to get out of that inn. Unfortunately, Oak wasn't outside either. Siofran had given me this sort of concoction to make me feel better from what dark grip that place had on me.
We waited for any signs of Oak for a while before deciding to take off. I gave Dem's cloak for Ghost to sniff again before starting to follow him with our horses. It's safe to say that we didn't exactly cover too much ground at all as Ghost had lead us to the top of Weathertop. Was Dem here as well? Well... At least he probably was smart enough not to sleep in the Forsaken Inn unlike me.
I had gone to the edge and was amazed with the sight of the landscape. Frankly, I have never been this high up and had the ability to view the Lone Lands as I did now. Though, despite my cheerfulness, I felt the lack of confidence within myself, causing me to think of how Saqr would have fared if he was on this journey instead of me. Although, as I stop to think about it, I wonder if in a way, I am doing better because I am driven to find a friend. I suppose that is a good thing why I am traveling with the others right now.
I'm sitting near the campfire as I had been writing about this. Anlaf, the innkeeper of the Forsaken Inn, was kind enough to let me buy this journal and a quill and ink so I could write down our search for Dem. The others are asleep. I suppose I should get some sleep as well. I should be able to since this place is better than the Forsaken Inn.
