Found:
I've never held much love for houses or Rangers. Now I own two of the former and am hosting one of the latter as a guest. 'Tis strange, to say the least.
Helegrandir is... an odd man. Drier than a sand spider husk and perhaps a little insane. However, he has done me a good turn by bringing those old scrolls to me - the ones he offered months ago, but I refused to retrieve so as not to break that promise to another. He is injured now. 'Tis only right for me to offer him shelter, isn't it? Isn't that what people do when they see someone in need? True, I don't trust him. I trust very few people at all. But having him under the same roof until he heals up is no more or less dangerous than having a stranger share ones camp for the night and I have done that many times over the years. Besides, he's currently in no shape to pose a threat and there's naught to be found in this ramshackle Bree-land hovel that could cause unnecessary friction.
Meanwhile Rahvic and I grow closer. I've no romantic interest in the man, nor he in me. But as friends and siblings of a sort, our relationship is progressing nicely. It's strange to be so often in the company of a man who wants nothing from me. It's strange to think of someone as a brother and not want to punch them in the face. It's strange to be thought of as a sister by someone who doesn't want my head on a pike. It's nice though.
My list of new acquaintances grows. Virahn was an interesting fellow. He spoke a little of his meeting Silvaire, a man I once met along the road. I am glad he's still alive. Derakoth I've already mentioned. I've not seen him in a few days. Perhaps the bird flew away. I know I would given the chance. Lithy is sweet and willing to learn Haradaic for Rahvic's sake. I like her.
I reached out to Loakee. I'm still not best pleased with the man but... I've been where he is. My point made, I feel it is time to offer understanding and perhaps compassion instead of a cold shoulder. 'Tis not up to me now, however. I made my desire to speak with him known, though the timing and the placement was not ideal for expansion; Owena's bakery, whilst a haven in many ways, would not have been the correct place to converse with him as I intend to. 'Tis his choice now whether or not to follow up on it. I will not take that decision out of his hands. Nor will I wait forever.
I must bide my time for the moment. Not just for the lost lamb or the invalid, not just for the fearful or the one who may yet stray.
Patience is not something that I lack.
