3rd day of the 8th month, 1122

I’m finding my mind more at ease than usual, and I seem to be finding myself drifting off into thought more regularly, particularly this business with timelines and realities. I had thought myself at great disadvantage not being entirely privy to what we had “lost” in our initial transference. Now I see, however, my detachment perhaps allows me a more pragmatic gaze on the events that are transpiring.
Xiomara in particular is of great interest to me. Three versions of her I have witnessed thus far, each shaped by their respective histories, with vastly different outcomes. I sense in some way that there is a fundamental part of her that remains, the same with each iteration, a selflessness and willingness to do what she believes is right for her nation…
While I could ponder the morality and implications of such a being, I am unavoidably drawn to my own condition. For a few years now I have been trying to find myself, trying to understand the nature of fate and the gods. Answers to questions about who I was, who I am, and what I should be.
 
To be so ignorant to think that the gods would be directly influencing the choices I make and the path I tread! The gods may have made the paths we tread and the rules we must adhere to, but only I can put one foot in front of the other.
From this day forward, I will be Grimwald Von Braunbär. A Teutonian. A Bard. It is who I have always been.