Davick sees the world through the illusion of intellectual superiority. He seems enamoured of the belief that he alone is capable of coherant thought and thus everyone surrounding him is a "halfwit." I dread to think how he might view some of the people I know, then. Dellusional he may be, and yet some of them would make him appear as a genius!
The day started off well enough. It was, again, quite deceptive I feel. Did I not know better, I may begin to think that the world lies to me on purpose; leading me to believe that a pleasant day will follow a peaceful morning when, instead, it is simply lulling me into a false sense of security. Thankfuly, I have yet to drift into the realm of such disturbing paranoia. Instead, it would appear that I have walked into a world of lunacy.
The day began to show its true colours upon my discovery that Aakusti has taken it upon himself to build a yurt a little distance from my favoured rock. I found it difficult enough to tolerate his constantly watchful presence when I could pretend that he was not nearby. In constructing this simple abode for himself, he makes it uncomfortably clear that he is, indeed, very close and has no intention of leaving me to my solitude.
Mildly vexing though that may be, it is as nothing compared to the stupidity I learned of upon my arrival in Bree.
My last journey to gather items from the market in that wretched town was aborted due to the situation with Rellas. This day would have been no different had I allowed it for no sooner had I spoken to the merchant when Thayalengir demanded that I go with him in that instant. I can only assume that he had no desire to draw attention to himself for he made no argument when I told him that I would follow once my items had been procured.
I met him a short time later in the gardens opposite the jail. It was from him that I learned of the reasons for Rellas' reaction to him in the days prior. Of course, how much of his story was true remains undetermined for the man is incapable of recognising reality. So much of what he claims seems to be pulled from the ether in the moment of vocalisation with little honesty, integrity or coherence behind the half-formed tales. His latest belief is that, due to my offering of sanctuary to Jazilin and Rellas, I must have ordered them to ambush and kill him on his way through the Lone Lands. The man clearly has all the cognitive processing power of a half-eaten pear and the mental dexterity of a wooden spoon!
Even were one to disregard my pacifistic nature and the simple fact that making such a request of anyone would fly in the face of all of my beliefs, the questions to arise should be enough to pick apart the seams of this ephemeral tapestry. For a start, why would I wish him dead? Certainly he has wronged me, but in truth he poses no threat to anyone aside from himself. What would be the point in seeking to have harm come to him when I could simply sit back and wait for him to somehow accidentally blungeon himself to death whilst trying to put on his own boots? The latter, were I that way inclined, would be much more satisfying, I think. Beyond that one must consider the method; why send two people against an entire group? If the goal was assassination, surely I would I have sent them to his home in the dead of night or had them ambush him alone rather than put them into a position where they were certain to fail. Then there is the question of why them? Rellas is known to be associated with me; having him and his lover perform such a deed would most certainly cast suspicion upon myself. One could argue that I may have expected them to succeeed and thus remain undetected, yet that cannot be the case if the circumstances are taken into account.
Such spurious conjecture based on what would appear to be little more than a fevered imagination harbouring a persecution complex is transparant. Blind prejudice and the perspicacity of a crushed snail combine to make him believe that I must want him dead simply because I was born in a barren land. All Angmarim are evil and every single one of us seeks that mans head on a pike!
Truly, I despair for the future of our race if he could be considered a prime example of manhood. The thought that he might one day breed fills me with concern. The knowledge that people actually believe his wild accusations is even more worrying.
