My old leathery friend, in these past few years I have filled up all your pages but one. As my only companion on this long, long journey you have learned more about me then anyone ever has. Wether that is a good thing or a bad thing I am not sure, but I know that it is time for us to part ways for when I look up from under my hood I see the border of a land that has becoming a home to me, more then any place ever has. Somewhere I can return to when I grow tired of the endless road, however in these past three days I have not dared to pass the border quite yet for some sort of fear strikes me every time my feet come close. A fear that too much might have changed, a fear that Hyrien might not forgive me for having left this long...Strange how a man can fight men, nature and even fierce beasts without flinching but becomes paralyzed by fear at the thought of returning ''home''. I do not know what awaits me when I do gather the courage and continue on, but one thing I am sure of...a lot has changed. However I get the feeling that I am rambling on, while this was meant as a goodbye to you my leathery friend although I suppose this is as good a goodbye as any, clearing my mind as you have done so many times before. Thank you
( Galrandil tosses the journal into the campfire in front of him, thus ending one grand adventure and starting a new one )
