It has been more than a week since I left for my journey. All I gave to alert the Mirrored Blades of my departure was a short note to Lady Avalong, detailing that I was leaving and nothing more. I wonder if I should have said more, being an officer now -- and I do feel like I have neglected my duties, but it had to be done.
I am not even sure if I wish to go into details about where and why I left, even though I have put more effort into hiding this journal than I have most anything else these past centuries. It doesn't even have anything worth finding in it, no concrete facts, just my evasive hints. So I wonder why I insist on it's secrecy.
Ah well. I'm not one to go back on my decisions. I will soon return to Bree and reunite with my kinsmen. And the journal will stay hidden.
And if someone does eventually find this journal -- through great effort, I would hope to assume -- she is already dead. So quit your search, and leave my, and her, secrets where they should remain. In secret.
