My Journey

It has taken quite a while, but I have finally made the long journey across the desert. I had searched for peace and strength, and despite learning never to mess with what they called a "snake", I haven't found much of either, except in those early morning hours, watching the sun begin to rise as I meditated, contemplating the purpose of the writhing air and heat visible on the horizon. I find it as a warning and also a reminder, that although the night passes, with each sunrise comes new dangers.
 
I consider my journey thus far. From the mountain tops to the edge of a desert all these miles away. The monster that has left me wanting. My clan having abandoned me to die on that ridge and the home I found amongst the gnomes. I almost miss that silly old Trapos, that caring gentleman that took me in and offered me a chance at redemption. The healing of my arm took months, but that of my mind... I am unsure I will ever escape that labyrinth of pain. Especially not with the ice still flowing through my veins, given by whatever spirit took pity on me and gave me these abilities to survive.
 
The desert was harsh, yes. The caravan and it's leader Bragen coarse, yes. But I almost enjoyed the work with my hands and the freedom to go where I please. The gnomes had been lovely, even building me a hovel my size, but goliath are not meant to stay in place for longer than the harshest winters, and I found that freedom once more in the polar opposite of my old home.
 
And here I am, in Korbund, kept in place by my desire to help these people, different as I may be, so that I may find the peace I yearn for. I manifest it daily, and long for the answers to my questions to one day trudge into town, that I may one day return to those peaks and have a home.