Found:
The journey to Trestelbride was easy enough and quicker than expected. Steel relished the chance to ride long and hard, just like we used to. Sometimes, it seems that the older he gets, the more he acts like a colt. Perhaps he has the right idea; act young and you will be young again. Perhaps not. Young thoughts do not stave off the inevitable aches and pains that come with age, but maybe it's worth it all the same.
The Fields of Fornost were quieter than I remember. Perhaps the encroaching cold is slowing the dead down. I imagine the ice formed from the freezing mists might make it more difficult for such creatures to move freely. In any case, we made it through with nary even a sign of them, save for one or two slow shambling forms in the distance.
We arrived in Trestlebridge shortly before sundown, and who should I see? One face I had certainly not expected to see here, accompanied by another that I have not seen in many a year!
Elias Dimheim, the odd but endearing doctor, far from his infirmary and patients. I wonder what drove him here? "Necessity," apparently, although that could mean any number of things.
Aeruthuil, the less-judgemental-than-most Ranger, appears to be serving as a guide or companion. An odd pairing, to be sure, but then both men are quite odd in their own ways.
As am I in the eyes of others, I've no doubt.
It seems that much has changed in my months away from Bree-land. Elias and Jackilyn are no longer together. Indeed, I am told that she is traveling with her new love, Atharann! An even stranger pairing, I think! Yet one that may well work out for the best. Her whimsy coupled with his more pragmatic approach to things could serve them both well. I am also informed that Areuthuil's family is dead. Unfortunate. I never much liked.... ah.... whatever her name was, but I can't say that I wished her any harm.
We didn't speak for too long. Aeruthuil wished for a drink, despite the flask he had supped from several times already, and I was rather tired by then. It was nice to see the pair, but without more rest, I don't think I can muster up the energy to deal with an alcoholic widower at this point.
Speaking of which, the dreams are getting more intense. It is increasingly bothersome. Perhaps, since he's here, Elias might have some suggestions to be rid of them? I'm not entirely certain how much help the man could be with anything that isn't a physical ailment, but asking him can't hurt, surely?
I'll think about it.
