I have returned to Bree-land for the time being, thinking it might be a good place to recover and gather my strength. For a few days, I worked in the town, earning enough coin to buy supplies and this journal, so that I am able to log my thoughts and study them.
While I am able to eat again and do work unaided, I still find myself unable to sleep. It is beginning to take its toll on me. I shall have to find some way to calm my mind, be rid of lingering nightmares.
The days grow shorter and colder. I have decided to make my camp in the old ruins near Starmere Lake, it feels like ages since I've visited this place and the wall provides a good shelter. It will do for now, and if the weather turns bitter, the town is near.
I can hear the song again, every lyric, every note. It is a relief, and it helps me find peace again. Maybe too much - I didn't hear the woman approaching my camp, not before she made her presence known. I need to sharpen my senses once more, among other things.
I offered the guest food I had made, and she accepted. We spoke and it made me realize how much I missedcompany, how pleasant it can be. Makes me wonder if I should settle some old grievances, or if those bridges were burned beyond repair. Would it be a good idea to try?
While we spoke, the rain came. We shared the shelter of my tent. The weather wasn't much better in the morning, so she have invited me to her home, to keep warm during the worst part of the storm.
I tasted wine again, after many months, unsure whether it was wise or not. I guess time will tell.
I took some short rest in the warmth of the home, only to return to my own camp later. To write, strange as it may be, it is necessary. To keep my sanity, I'll need to keep my thoughts written, and to read them.
Note: May have to try and seek more company to aid my recovery.
