Its been almost a year since we found the crystal shard. I've found myself actually becoming as impatient as these elves claim I am. I wish nothing more than to leave this city.
It seems that our discovery of the crystal shard actually heralded the return of the Elven capitol, Thanandir itself. No one has been able to properly explain its return, I think people are just too over joyed for their heart to have returned question how or why.
The celebrations seemed grand for the first few weeks, but as the months wore on, they became tiresome. Several times I've tried to leave this city and find a ship south into Sellador, where the next portion of the shard lies, but the guards tell me that I am not permitted to leave as of yet. I continually query as to when I will be permitted, but no one seems to have the answer to my question.
I hope only that these elves do not unintentionally put the world into a greater danger through their ceaseless celebration. I do understand that their life spans are far greater than mine; in some cases thirty to fifty times greater, but an entire year of celebration seems a bit much. Especially with a task as important as the one we were intrusted to.
I've finally recieved my summons to the holder of the Elven throne, Roen, high priest of the god Ethrendor. I've been requesting that he see me for months so that I may begin my journey. I am only glad that I will not have to wait longer.
Its strange, but I've never before felt as brash as I do now. I will have to spend a few moments in meditation and contemplation so as to calm my emotions. Nothing will get done if Roen thinks of me as too upset over things. Perhaps I have a right to be upset, but it will not solve anything if I allow my emotions to exert control over my outer-self. |
