Found:
I placed orders to have the rest of the furniture I destroyed be replaced in my absence. I gathered what was mine and placed it atop the backs of Steel and Salwen. I left Trestlebridge for the south. I did not look back.
I made camp atop the hill overlooking the Greenway Fort. I stood in the darkness staring down at it. The memories it holds, so sweet, so care-free, must be expunged. I pushed them away, I pressed them down deep, I would let them haunt me no more!
But it is never quite that easy, is it?
My ruminations were disturbed by a traveller. A man bearing a similar name to my own - Silvaire - and, as it turns out, several similar interests. I suspect that is all we have in common, however, our stories both past and future differ wildly. Of that I have no doubt.
He is to travel to Forochel, searching for something of great value to him. If he should pass through Evendim afterwards, he mentioned a desire to see those manuscripts that I shall be working on. I have welcomed his visits, if they should ever happen. 'Tis likely the snow will take him first.
We spoke for a goodly while before he went his way and I went mine. Though flirtations were exchanged, they were brief at best and not acted upon.
Why?
I am free. I am single. I am alone. I owe nothing to anyone and they owe nothing to me. There is naught to hold me back, naught to stop me, naught to prevent me from sating those needs of the flesh. But I haven't for a long time, and I still don't.
Damn you, Rajana! Go back to sleep! Your morality serves no purpose! Your restraint and care have been proven as false comforts! I don't need you! No one does!
Maybe when I reach Bree this state of affairs can be rectified.
