[[Almaleksia]]

I should have written down the events of what went on before I found myself waking up in Ost Guruth, because now as I write I can't seem to remember the more significant details of what went on the night before. This won't be another memory of drinking merrily with hobbits, I've learned my lesson not to do that often; but rather, I'm so exhausted and sore from the battles Miss Lexi and I found ourselves in while in Garth Agarwen that it all seems too much like a blurry mess of fighting and retreating.

I write with weary hands and heavy eyes, very much in need of rest but I must write down the events of today before I allow myself to relax. A day like today must be documented while it's still fresh and unclouded by sleep.

"You look like a Blue Jay," I had said to a woman this afternoon. Her skin was dark, her eyes intense, and her smiles indifferent and friendly. I searched for a workbench while in Ost Guruth in the Lone Lands, inspired to carve a few trinkents based on creatures I had encountered in the surrounding area - then there she was, carefully shaping and carving what appeared to be a rune. And an exquisite rune it was!