Found:
Possible lead.
Book after book. One and another and another. Nothing. I swear I have paper cuts in places that no tome has touched! It feels that way anyway.
Paper cuts on the inside.
How many days I have been in here now? I don't recall. Time barely registers. Just pages.
I found references to a man in the Old Forest, and more importantly his ethereal wife. The account was short, lacking in any firm detail, but there's something in the wording that makes me think the wife was not a mere mortal, or even an elf, but something.... different.
Patterns repeat. I see them now.
I've yet to find any more. There's still a few books to go, Sill something to look through. Still a chance.
I won't go through that again. He can piss right off!
My back aches from all the sitting. My leg aches from not enough movement. My head aches too. I should probably get some more water.
How dare he speak to me so and then accuse me of...
Food would also be a good plan. When did I last eat?
Perhaps I was too hasty? Perhaps I bit when I should have watched.
The smell in here is getting worse. It was musty to begin with but now... Is that me? I really need to bathe!
"I didn't deserve that." Hah! He deserved my boot up his arse for...
Noises in the Moonlight. What a stupid title! Have I tried this one already? Only one way to find out!
Is it just my imagination or are there rats in here? The books show no sign of being chewed upon, but I'm sure I can hear skittering, like tiny claws on the stone.
Think. Think. Think. Think. The answer is here somewhere. I just know it!
But I'm asking the wrong question.
Ah, shit. I fucked up, didn't I?
Nothing new there, then.
