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Boredom, and a hatred for being cooped up, has led to me spending increasingly more time in Bree of late. Of that time, I've spent the most with Dernwynn. Her current plight is one that annoys me. Not the woman herself, mind! But the harassment she has been receiving. Some of it may well be deserved, if hints she has dropped and stories I have heard in the past are to go by, and yet....
And yet who am I to judge a woman for having a shady past?
And yet the method of the harassment is something I have a particular distaste for.
I've never believed in witches. I never shall. Experience tells me that they are naught more than tricksters and con-artists. Curses aren't real, insofar as people casting them goes. They exist only within the mind of the victim and it is that belief in ones own bad luck that causes the days to turn dark. A self-fulfilling prophecy brought on by superstitious minds and those willing to take advantage foe their own ends.
I do, however, know without a shadow of a doubt that the dead can be raised to walk and, by skilled enough hands, even controlled. It is that which I take the most umbrage with and it is that which I shall do my level best to aid my friend in combating. After all what, if not aiding a friend, is the use of all the experience I have gained?
That aside, I ran into Rowan today. He looks well. Happy even. To my surprise, he neither recoiled or kept his gaze averted on this occasion. Something has changed for the better and I am glad of it.
I asked him for my freedom. He granted it easily enough, though not without making it clear that he had never believed in my given word either. That, if nothing else, drove home what a waste it had all been.
We live and learn.
At least now I can face what comes with a light heart and a clear mind. The best way to face the future.
