thoughts and musings

Some week or so before the events of Malicious Concoction, Korvynn had a night he spent staring up into the darkness, at the tall attic of a house that wasn't his. Nor did he know the owner. But he knew someone important was in there. Someone that changed things.They weren't coming down, no matter how long his eyes permeated their icy pale, grayish chill to the upper loft, pleading for a window to open. Wanting one more glance, it wasn't happening.

I have come to love the night sky in these southern lands. When I first came to this place, it seemed rough and barren, but now I begin to see its riches.

Game is scarce here, though dangers abound in plenty, and those of the horse-folk that try to build a life must fight hard to keep their families fed and safe.  They are brave warriors, yet I have seen them show such tenderness towards their children...it puts my mother much in my thoughts, and I miss her though I know I shall not see her again in this world...