Do forgive the handwriting, for my hand shakes uncontrollably over what I have recently been through of late and I have had little time to compose myself.
I believe some background will be in order, for starters a dear friend of mine has left Bree for a while and headed into the North Downs... Arindiis is her name, she's as kind and caring as they come and remarkably well suited to a life in the wilds for she is of the same ilk as Dalfura.
Arin has never hurt me...
Perhaps I really do not see the weight and reality of this difficult situation for what it truly is. I only need to look back on that fateful day when I first encountered Dalfura, she was fair yet fell... I seen within her a more feral and dangerous side that night, the physical strength she possessed was dangerously remarkable, yet she did not skin-change that night even though she was set upon by about three armed guards. Perhaps she truly does have control over such an ability... Perhaps then the fault lies on me. The reason I have these scars now, the reason the nickname 'The Bear Man' has now a physical manifestation. Folk look upon me with a surprised and off putting glance now, if only they knew the truth...
Dal is... In the most simplest terms possible, in a bad state. It was only a few nights ago that she came crawling into our home battered, bruised and bloody. In my shock I acted to help her... I am no healer...
Whoever attacked her I fear were no ordinary brigands, or if they were they are in a great number and armed well, if they had such a force to do this much damage to my dearest...
...They will pay, every single one of them.
So I sit out on my front porch under the bright moonlight looking out into the distance, torches light up the Dawnhall's infirmary in the distance as the healers inside prepare to truly take care of her, I fear I have only made matters worse and I have paid for it with this wound upon my face. I shall be with Dal during this ordeal for I know not how she will truly react with strangers attempting to stitch up her wounds and administer whatever treatment they may. She has been temperamental of late. I need not go into detail over the last time she let lose her strength against me, funny that... I've yet to replace the chair she broke when she threw me against it, I hope the boss isn't missing that one.
Maybe one day I'll go into more detail over what exactly happened, but truth be told I feel ashamed, it was entirely my fault and now this grim scar shall serve as a dark reminder to Dal and I what happens when we are not fully aware of her strength and if I stress her too much... It will also serve me well to remember to *never* administer any blend of herb which I do not fully know the effects of... She reacted terribly to the Draig-Perlisai, I vow never to use such medicine on anyone save in dire need... Its effects are far too dangerous and unpredictable, especially on someone like Dalfura.
I love Dalfura... But I fear her strength. I can only trust her to remain in control of her emotions even in the most stressful situations... But can I truly trust her to not harm anyone else? I can take whatever she throws at me or may throw me into, but it would ruin me if I found out she had harmed another soul.
