It seems that Ruevir is back in Bree, though from whence he returns, I cannot say. And nor can he, for that matter. He related to me that he could not remember his past, nor what caused him to lose the memories. He remembered me when he saw me in the Pony, but not my name until I spoke it to him. He has since hovered about me whenever I am there, which is a very odd thing, as he always sought to avoid me in the past, unless he had some unpleasant thing to say towards me. Last night, however, I saw him surrounded by a good number of folk, though the only face I recognized was Savela's, and I cannot say I know her much at all. I could not help but think about the folk he associated himself with in the past, and the constant trouble he found himself in. I wish I could see him taken alongside someone of good repute and standing, someone to teach him decency and honor and respect and all the things he needs to have a hope at a life that is not...regrettable. I think now, that he will not seek my company.
There is not much else to note, except a very pleasant exchange that I had with a fellow named Lemrad. It was little more than a conversation over my tea while waiting out a summer rainstorm, but he was sharp and amusing and had me laughing more than I have in as long as I can recall. It felt odd to be so lighthearted. Such things shouldn't feel odd, should they?
