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Nightmares of the past.
I'm at a complete loss. I certainly didn't want to stay in Rohan, but where else could I possibly go? There was nowhere in this world for me. There never had been and there never would be. But staying where I was meant having to deal with these mutton-chopped fools and the very real possibility of running into the wastrels of my childhood. So, I saddled Steel, gathered up my things and left.
I didn't know where to. I didn't even pick a direction. I just let my faithful steed guide the way. It took weeks, months, but we crossed half of the known world yet again.
I found myself back in Eregion for a time, near the Walls of Moria and an unmarked grave lying lonely beneath a tree atop a cliff. Oh Yarassi. Why? I suppose you got your wish in the end; I survived. What a terrible joke. We stayed for days. I would have stayed longer, perhaps just lay down and gone to my rest along with the man I had inadvertently killed, but Steel grew impatient to be on the move again.
So, off we went.
And here we are.
Bree.
I never thought to see this place again. I never wanted to, but I suppose Steel brought us back here because he had done just that so many times in the past. Is it a habit for him now?
I have some fond memories of course; my time with Aidennan, my friendships with Aevalyn and Toddir, all the entertainment I found in verbally tearing strips from poor clueless Seaver - he still doesn't know why I had such a visceral reaction to him or why I will never be able to actually like the man.
But everything else is tainted by him.
Maybe I'll be lucky and he'll have fallen down a well and died in my absence.
Regardless, I stand here now, staring at the South Gate, and I just feel... empty. It's as good a place as any to rest up whilst I try to figure out my next move, I suppose. It's time to paint on a smile and pretend for all the world that I'm happy. It's been a while.
