I was part of something big. Really big. The fewer details I write down the better, but know I’m dying inside not being able to tell them. What we did changed history! They’ll write about it in books for centuries to come! And it will be a mystery- to everyone but us.
I should maybe feel elated, but I mostly feel tired. We’re back on Kane’s ship now, and I’m wishing for the first time since I’ve met him that he captained a slower vessel. I don’t even mind the smell or the tiny fucking rooms anymore, if it just meant I could rest for a while I’d stay here for a fortnight.
Our mission was fairly successful really, Melyre proved to know her shit. Not that I ever doubted what she did before- but now that I’ve seen her do it- well, she’s scarier than Celrin, let’s put it that way.
Oh hey, speaking of scary- remember that time I slit that guy’s throat on that ship outside the Heart of the Valley? And Ele said I was being scary? Even with an army of undead behind me I couldn’t hold a candle to that girl. The way she finished that man .. well it’s not the way he expected to finish that evening I know that.
I love her. She’s great. She’s just also terrifying sometimes. L̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶m̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶
I can hear gulls already. I guess we’re almost to Northal. Every time I come back I don’t think it’s possible to want to get back more, but here we are. There’s nothing more I could want in the world other than my big comfortable bed and a quiet cup of tea right about now.
-w.