Well, I've seen a few faces already. Leoffrith, and Aeruthuil. There are others I don't want to see. Some I don't want to see right away, and some I never want to see again.
I can't bring myself to make a new bow. I don't know why. It's like I'm just not ready. Not ready for what? I don't know. To be my old self. To feel like my old self. It feels like I would be giving in, surrendering, quitting. I don't know why it feels that way.
That poor old man in the inn. What was he doing to hurt anyone? He wasn't. He was actually quite amusing to watch and listen to. Disgusting, to drag him off as if he were trying to murder folk. Good thing that ward-keys aren't too hard to come by if you know where to ask. I have no idea if he got himself out or not. But I had fun paying him a "visit". At least he knows now that someone took notice and cared.
I've abandoned all of my camps but one. It's the only one that doesn't have memories. With spring coming on, food is no worry. I keep trapping to give myself something to do as much as any other reason. It earns a bit of coin and gives me a reason to go into town once a week or so. Sometimes I think I ought to just wander too far away, so far that I can't make it back. But I always hear Pa and Ma in my head. And even though they're dead, I worry about letting them down.
I don't know if "the old Narys" is still in me somewhere. The one that laughed and drank and loved and hated without any limits. I'd like to think she is.
