Demlemoth

It has been some time now since the final arrangements were made and I settled here in Bree-land, in a rural and lately established village.  Now, a writing-desk having been delivered during my latest absence, I find myself with time....and inclination...to finally set down some of my impressions of the place and the people here.  Nay, more than inclination, it strikes me that I need to in some way.  Oft is it that writing brings clarity that thought alone cannot provide....

Madaurbeth,

Madaurbeth,

Madaurbeth,

I cannot escape the feelings of frost in me. Why do I feel so distant? I feel as if I have been drifting apart from everyone I care about. Demlemoth and I hardly speak anymore. Egfor and I are closer, but something is still dividing us. I have nearly given up on trying to bond with Liath and Helmwod. I try, but I feel no spark. I feel so nervous around Ristiinna, like something is wrong and I cannot fix it, no matter how hard I try. I always enjoy spending time with Syllea, she is a relief to me, but she is so seperated from everything else.

And Nimraph.

Madaurbeth,

Writing after cooking Egfor breakfast. He is still putting my fence around the kitchen coop.

The attack.
The dangers to Nimraph.
Glandaron.
Survivor's guilt.
Monster's guilt.
Attack.
Nimraph.
Glandaron.
Guilt.
Egfor's hurt.
Attack.
Nimraph.
Mordor
Guilt.
Not worth it.
Attack.
Nimraph.
Ristiinna deserves better.
Not worth it.
Guilt.
Attack.
Angmar
Egfor-

Nmraph-

Guilt

Not w-
Guilt.

She was leaving.