Ashaia

It had been quite a peaceful little morning in the town of Towerglan. Home to the mercenary company known as 'The Bloody Dawn', and many of its forces. All was quiet, and serene. Birds happily floated their way across the valley, shifting from branch to branch in their usual daily routine. Lovely chirps being heard, as the sun rose over the nearby hills, beating down upon a picturesque village. And then, accompanying the gentle rush of water from the nearby waterfall, was a bang. Followed by another. Steady beats of metal ringing out through the valley.

Found:

Resourcefulness in the face of tedium!

The days blur into one at this point. I sit, I rest, I stare at walls and try so very hard not to daydream. The healer comes to check on me, makes her sour faces and sarcastic comments, pokes, prods and leaves. Dagramir comes, sometimes just to see if I'm still where I should be, sometimes for a chat. It's all so boring.

Found:

A new purpose.

A whole host of pain.

The last few days have been draining to say the least. I'm exhausted emotionally, physically and mentally. But not all of it has been terrible.

Silver sank back down to the floor, her back against the tree. The light was fading now, her campfire long since turned to ash; a fitting visual to her sunken mood. She closed her eyes against the coming dark, not needing further reminder of what lay both behind and ahead, and simply breathed.

Blood. Dagramir had seen plenty of it, but there was something melancholy about the way this particular taboo liquid spurted out of the neck he had just drove his dagger through. Not his own, oh no, he had seen quite enough of his own blood in recent times to warrant at least a break from blood expulsion. No, the blood that now dripped down the ancient wall of stone before him belonged to the middle-aged local whom he held clamped in his grasp.

I don't think I've ever felt like this. Not truly. Not even with Tailia. My own fucking wife could not evoke such disdain, such hate. Yet this woman did. This fucking woman. Who the fuck is she? Was anything ever real? I doubt it. She made her decision. After everything we shared, after everything that I did, and gave up, for her...

Found:

Resolve.

He stole my bedroll. He stole my bedroll! I laughed until tears leaked from the corners of my eyes when I realised that.

Lacking anything warm or comfortable to protect my flesh from the rocks of the roads, I decided to go into town and see if I could find him to ask what he'd done with it. Of course he was nowhere to be found. I did, however, find a flyer documenting an inn just outside of town. Perhaps the rooms would be cheaper there?