Writings of a Wanderer

[Sylmae]

Interesting are so many things I've managed to come across in the wild. Such a thing is this journal, which I suppose I will use to record the various happenings in my life. I can imagine it will be useful if ever I am required to recall any particular event, as my memory seems to be failing me in these recent years.

The weeks previous to this day have been a blur of battle and bloodshed. I've been struggling to build my skills, as I'm entirely fed up with my inability to defend myself against so many creatures of this world. Even as I write this now, my muscles burn, for they are far overworked. But I cannot stop; the pain only means that I am growing stronger, and I must continue despite the protests of my body.

As of late, I have been paying more mind to finding a home for myself. For ever have I been a wanderer, and though such a lifestyle fuels my very spirit, lately I have grown to desire a single place to whither I may return, and feel as if I am at home. Perhaps this is the reason I have been lingering in Silvermoon so much... Something about the city simply allows me to feel at ease.

Haalrun seems to have grown somewhat silent lately. And it always seems that when he does decide to say something, it is while I am in the middle of conversation with somebody. Such circumstance tends to make things a bit awkward, unfortunately; it is not as if I can simply turn around and start speaking to the moth next to me without raising quite a few questions.

[Sylmae]

I've decided to give up my attempt at learning alchemy, and gathering herbs along with it. Such a boring task, really, running all about in search of plants I'll use only to make the most mundane of mixtures. Perhaps I am impatient, but it matters not: I've found skinning to be a much more fruitful task. I've learned to work leather as well, I've always tried to be self-sufficient, so I think it'll help if I can make myself some armor.

Must cut this short, battle calls

(The last few words of her last sentence are barely legible, fading out in a hasty scrawl).

[Sylmae]

Wow, looking back on this idiocy gives me quite a laugh. I never have been able to keep diaries, or journals, or any of that filth; no desire to, really. Lest, they be an attempt to mislead any who may come upon them. Interesting, no?

Fare well, good book! The Vanoreth name shall be hidden no longer.

-Grinning in satisfaction from ear to ear, Sylmae slammed the diary shut, proceeding to toss the book into the fire before her. She then placed her arms upon her bent knees, and her chin upon her arms, watching the flames consume the last piece of her mockery of an attempt to live unknown and undetected. Reveling in the sense of freedom washing over her as the book dissolved to ashes, she let out a heavy sigh before speaking to the fire before her.-

"This will certainly be fascinating..."