It has been a long time since I last wrote in this journal. I have done much, seen much, and learned much.
I have abandoned my dream of revenge on the Scrouge and the restoration of Londeron for now. I have joined a new guild, dedicated to exploring strange lands, in the hopes of founding a new haven for Londeronian culture.
Well, that merchant of Ara’s turned out to be a pretty unpleasant character. He will die in pain, of course. I intend to instill fear in him, then curse him with agony until he dies. Not the most efficient mode of combat, but a fitting end for a rapist. I do suppose I may offer him a chance to surrender and face the King’s justice rather than my own, if Ara so wills it. Of course, as Eoclastia reminded me, I cannot be certain that the merchant was responsible. My beloved priestess (an unrequited love, I fear, and as yet an unconfesssed one) was hurt by a fool who fears neither Light nor Man. He shall fear both when I am through. Then I shall confess my love!
Alchemy! I spent years refusing to learn it and now I’’ve picked it up.