Sometimes even druids get home sick.... Lately there have been a lot of words exchanged between my friends that tell me tempers are starting to wear thin. I can see the frustration between Rorrin and Groehl building each day, not to mention seeing their lost brother tonight has to put more strain on a touchy situation. I feel a huge amount of honor to be traveling with Groehl, though I have never voiced it to him, his dedication to Throrn goes as deep as my dedication to protecting this beautiful earth we all share. Though I care not for religion I know Groehl would die for his god as I would die to protect this earth from the darkness that is growing in the mountain. Rorrin I believe is a man of faith as well, though not so zealous....or maybe he is, just in a more subtle way.... regardless Rorrin is a kind individual, he talks to me more than anyone else which makes me happy. Hunter seems to have the same love for taking care of nature as I do, though he hunts animals I know that its for the survival of his people and not just the thrill of the hunt. He seeks to take care of the animal population much the same as I do.
To be honest, I know little about Kambie... sometimes he scares me a little bit I never really know where he stands. Though Derrinar and I are both druids we are extremely different in the way we view nature and the way we engage in combat. He is very kind and understanding though, something that seems to be rare to find in a dwarf. Tenedos..... If I had distrust for humans before it has only become stronger with time. Though I forgave him for stealing money from a dunk he always seems to be hiding something, trying to take more than his share, stealing something and other general behavior that I dont find very appealing. His desire to hold onto the evil book, the sword, and wanting the stone when we found it.... at least we left the stone with the druids, it has been giving me an uneasy feeling ever since we found it. Everything I know about him tells me he cant be trusted, I hope his intentions are good, but I think thats a long shot.
I just feel very alone and out of place most times. For the first time in my life I am surrounded by Dwarves, Elves, Humans and Giants. Im spend every waking moment under the ground in the pitch black still air of this place. Unable to see without assistance or walk without holding on to someones arm you begin to feel very much like a prisoner of your own destiny. This is the path I should follow, I know I am going in the right direction, even my dreams confirm this, but I cant help but be scared... the things I have seen, the dead walking, creatures too horrible to describe, what would become of me if they pulled me away in the darkness... what other horrors await beyond the next turn. I cant help but come to realize I will know all of the terrible secrets of this place before our journey is done. I doubt I will ever return from this place alive, every day it feels more and more like a coffin. The more arguing and in-fighting I see the more I can see a huge rupture in the party. All the while I can hear the sounds of shovels digging my own grave. |
