Raedda

It had only been hours since Aeruthuil had wandered about aimlessly. He had tried to sleep that night, but he couldn't. There had been too many things on his mind, too many memories, questions..-But no answers or ways to forget, not even his beloved Whiskey had done him any favours.

I have been more open than I should have been. I have thrown caution to the wind and hurled myself into recklessness. 

I asked the Hooded Man for his name.

My hand trembles with frustration as I write this now. I cannot be so careless. To know a name is to see a face when you close your eyes. To carry a memory when you are far away. To wonder about someone's well being, to wish them good fortune, to worry about their safety.

I have not told my name to anyone since leaving home. 

"Home". It was not my home. Was it? 

I have taken a room at the Prancing Pony inn. I do not know how long I might stay, or how long my business will keep me here. It is a charming little village, despite its wariness of outsiders. Cormac has remained outside the walls, and I am glad. There are moments where he will listen and obey, but they are few. 

They had been strange, painful and confusing, the past few months. Aeruthuil sat down slowly, surrounded by brushes and dirt he looked out over the fields. His attention quickly drawn towards the hooded woman he had met not too long ago as she gathered water from the stream not far away from him. He could not help but wonder, who she was, where she came from and where she would go. The look she had given him branded into his brain, the stare she had given him..-It had frightened him. It had been a look almost as if she knew what had happened, what he felt, what he was hiding.