[Haradric writing in a small book]
Again, I woke up with the sweat on my body after yet again another nightmare. This time it was about my mother and what happened to her with those bandits.. It's something i'll never forget. Again I was the one tied up against a tree, seeing how those monsters defiled the most beautiful woman who still saw good in the world. It's the night I lost her and the night I made my first kill.
These dreams, after all these years, haunt me. It's always the same.. Waking up with a headache and a broken heart. But it has been days since I had my last one and there is a reason for that.
I've grown care for other people, my mind not set anymore on the troubles of the past but on the troubles of the future. But there is one in particular I care for the most..
I have been making her a gift and it finally takes shape, all I need is to find a silversmith to aid me in my struggle to complete it.
But days have not been simple recently. I lost the ability to run.. The ability I was praised for in my younger years and the ability I needed to work but I had to retire. I thought it would be more simple but after hearing some speak of it I dare not hope the worst. I have been looking for a new profession, something I know and something I will be good at and this man I met, Vanden. He said he'd help me find something to make good coin after my knee heals and I can stand on two feet again. This becomes more of a reality than a wish and all thanks to Derny who treated me and patched me up, brought me medicine and always a great help.
Kalian has been laughing at the situation like others, Rascal for instance stole my crutch a few days back and it angered me.. Not because she stole it but because I wasn't able to do something back. I was planted in that chair and was unable to stand up for myself other than in words. But the worst of all is Mirida. She showed me who I was and not in the friendly way that you could imagine, she spoke her mind and the other night she told me it was out of experience as she knew that her own folk looked inside the bottle too much, it made me think.. She was harsh and rough to me but she was always right.
I am still waiting for Silver to come back, she'd know what to do and she'd tell me for sure. How I miss her.. I hope she is somewhere safe and that she still believes I am waiting at home for her..
