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Journal the Tenth - Compliments



The day started badly, and in some ways failed to improve. In others, though, it improved drastically. A day of mixed emotions, I think, and perhaps mixed blessings.

That elf came to bother me again. Without fail, he managed to raise my ire. Almost against my will, I find myself insulting him. It is not usually my way to speak such words but I simply cannot help it with that one. The very sight of him is enough to darken my mood. He departed swiftly enough, to my sincere relief, and yet the last words he spoke were compliments! How dare he? Were I of a more violent nature I would have slapped the smugness from his face for that! In truth, were I of a more violent nature I would long since have nailed his ears to the nearest wall. Despicable creature!

The compliments continued, though. A man I met recently, Virein, took me for a walk to the clifftop in Bree. We stood there for a while, talking and enjoying the view. Conversation is difficult for he often asks questions that I would rather not answer and twice he turned my sketchy replies to his advantage, using them as an opening to utter compliments. I knew not what to reply to them, so I kept silent.

Still more were to come my way later in the evening when I met another man by the name of Guilnor. He seemed nice enough. Polite at least. However, he wasted no time in calling me beautiful. Such things always put me ill at ease, especially coming from complete strangers. There was little enough time for such things to continue, thankfuly, for Flannery came to see me then.

It has been a while since last I spoke with her. She had gone to find Yarassi the last I heard and, to my delight, she had found him. He is well and sane again. She is happy once more. I would almost say that she is positively glowing, so great is her joy at her love being restored. It warms me to see such a sight.

It could not be more timely for I must admit that I need this warmth now. I fear my heart is growing cold from trepidation. The longer I wait, the more it feels that it is carved from ice and lead; frozen in place and heavy with dread. It is unbearable.