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I couldn't take it anymore. I just couldn't.
My concern grows daily. My fear...
I spent the day with a lovely young woman by the name of Hellrien. She came to me with a basket of freshly baked bread and a bottle of wine. My, but can that girl hold her alcohol! I've never been much of a drinker, preferring to keep a clear head and quick mind, and in light of recent events, I thought it best to stay completely sober! As such, I felt compelled to decline the offer of drink, but more than willing to enjoy the bread and company.
It was a good call, I think! She was easy on the eyes, quick to laugh and a delight to converse with, not to mention kind and thoughtful to come bearing a picnic for a woman she had never before met. I found that we had much in common; a love for wandering, neglectful and cold fathers, being ostracized to one degree or another for being different...
I shall look forward to meeting her again!
But I doubt that it will be too soon, for now I have embarked on what I suspect will be a fruitless quest. I am prepared this time, with my saddlebags full and Steel beneath me. I have made arrangements to have my other obligations fulfilled and I have departed Trestlebridge.
North, they said, along the road. So, north along the road I go.
I can only hope that I am not too late.
