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Journal of a Former Something, Volume 5
TehLulu
My physical health has deteriorated as of late. I do not wish to go into details, but regardless whether or not my memories are fact or fiction, it seems the injuries I sustained are all too real. But what is worse than the physical pain is that which keep me moving when it grows almost too much to bear. I wish to find out the truth, or at least a hint to it. I ran into the Wizard again. But what caused our meeting is what I sit in Diplomat Lafthi's home, waiting to explain. You see, I decided I ought to move to Laurelin. It has been...calling me, it seems, for far too long. When I arrived, I ran into the elf woman I had rescued before, Aerovine. She was gracious enough to show me around the town to any properties for sale. I found a home I liked quite a lot, which suited my purposes well. Plenty of room for the piles of books I would like to accumulate, but sadly, outside of my meager price range. Aerovine however, has a kindness which knows no bounds. Or perhaps she is simply Virtuous enough to not know the sin of Greed. She offered to give me the money I needed to buy the home, and after some insistence on her part, I accepted, and promised to pay it back (And pay it back I shall) Afterwards, I went back to the Isles to turn in my Guard Uniform. I did not tell the others of my ailments though, and only mentioned them to Lord Tyrion. I will continue to defend people on the roads, make no mistake. A few events occured, but afterwards I headed to Laurelin and purchased my new home from High Prince Native. It seems I was not the only one eyeing it. An elf named Elvador and his brothers Had also hoped to buy it. I'm afraid I got there first, though. They were not upset though, which made me glad. Aerovine assisted them in looking for an apartment, when Elvador mentioned something to me as I was about to leave. On his way back from the Isles, he had heard of a plot by a group of Orcs and Elves. This plot was the kidnap the Queen of Oren and overthrow the Orc Leader. I could scarcely believe my ears when I heard it, but I knew I had to act. I sent Elvador and Aerovine to tell their High Prince, while I set out for Oren. It was as I passed through the Isles, looking for a guard to tell my tale to, that I happened upon the Wizard again. And oh, how it vexxed me!!! He weaved and bobbed, moving quicker than light, perhaps even teleporting. He commented on the rain and mumbled to himself....and oh, how I wished I could speak to him, to ask him if anything I remembered could possibly be true. But I felt my wounds clawing at me, and I knew I would not last long before I had to rest. I had to reach Oren before then. That duty came before my own wishes. So I apologized to him, stated I wished I could speak...and left. I know not if I'll run into the man again. But I had to deliver my message...