We packed camp today and headed north. After so long in the forest, I was glad to get a move on. I'm worried about the other though. Though some have strong hearts, not all of them are fit for this sort of thing. I mean, Threland's a farmer, Joran's only got some Watcher training... I mean, this isn't a group of trained soldiers. These are people who wanted some adventure and put their trust and faith in Flynagin and Bellaryn... I'll try to keep them all safe, if I can, but I'm worried that some will die... No, no... That won't happen. We'll stick together. We'll make it through this.
Flyn got injured on the way to the village. That'll slow us down a bit, but I doubt it'll be too serious. We just have to keep pressing on. I still feel lonely, though. I mean, as these people all drop off to sleep one by one, it's always me left to watch the flames of the fire burn lower and lower, as well as fend off the shadows that begin to creep towards me even as I write this.
