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Journal of a Former Soldier, Volume Two
TehLulu
I've met a great deal of people here in the Whispering Isles. The other guards seem friendly enough, but I ran into trouble upon becoming a guard. It seems I no longer have the skills I once had, or at least the ones I seem to recall having, once upon a dream. As a matter of fact, my skills are so far dwindled, I have difficulty with even the weakest o f monsters. As well, my ability to draw a bow is weakened. I can barely draw the string taut. But that is not the least concerning of my weaknesses. Aside from the consistent night horrors which plague me when I sleep, it also seems as if I can no longer practice my "craft" as it were. The loss of my powers and my skills are a surprise to me. I can remember vividly the last few hours I spent before I....wound up, here. But I am beginning to become confused, disoriented. Instead of attempting to discern why this has occured, I have decided to focus on the task at hand. I will blend in with these peoples, and hopefully, in my work, I will find the answers to my questions.