Found:
I came across Elias Dimheim at a low part of the cliff overlooking the ravine. He was clinging to a tree so tightly that one might assume he planned to wed the thing, or at least try to become a part of it. Clearly, horses are not the only thing he fears. The mischief in me wonders what else may be upon that list and how I might go about finding out.
But that would be cruel, no? Therefore I should not do so. It is, however, very tempting...
We spoke of various things, though nothing of great import. Whilst he claims to have no skill at smalltalk, he seems quite capable. Although, I suppose, "smalltalk" is defined by one's own view of what may or may not be meaningful.
We did discuss dreams and the nature thereof. His advice on the matter runs quite close to my own thoughts: ignore it for long enough and it will go away. He suggests that I have worked too much, allowing myself little time to rest my mind and thus it has grown "irritable," and that I should stop thinking about the man in question. That would make sense had I spent much, if any, time with him on my mind these last months. I have been too embroiled in my work to place any consideration upon the past. Well, my own past anyway. The past, the larger and more distant one that occurred before I first drew breath, is what my occupation is comprised of.
Be that as it may, the dreams continue and increase in intensity and frequency. It is now at least two times per night that I am "visited" by this useless apparition with its unreasonable demands.
Bah!
Even if I wanted to seek him out, I have no idea where he would be or if he lives. Idle questions of the townsfolk here suggest that he has not been seen in over a year.
I tried, right? Maybe that will be enough to make this annoyance cease.
