Day after day I'd spend wandering to the next town. Searching in vain, asking anyone if he had passed by this way. And when nightfall would come, I'd sit somewhere up high...maybe upon the towns wall, maybe a bell tower...somwhere that I could watch sunrifter begin to fall, and hope that I'd see a familiar silhouette walking up out of the horizon. But after too much disappointment at that, I began to realize it was too little, too late...too much time had passed and I'd made my move far too late. For all I knew, he was at worlds end and never coming back.

I began to realize a couple days back however, that carting around armor and duelmasters that weren't being used was beginning to wear me down. So I sent a message, asking Pallas if he would mind holding my things for me, to be used for the guild armory. It was such a relief to drop that weight...because, it also dropped guilt I had at not fighting, at not helping this land. And it also freed me because now, if I wanted to, I could just leave...the only tethers left however were ones forged by other people. Pallas asked a student of his, Darrix, to hold the armor. I think his vault may have been a bit well...stuffed. I felt a little funny...watching Pallas and his old student. I don't have any of that, I don't have ones that I've taught and passed knowledge down to and it feels almost empty. There is only one I ever sponsored, and I do not think he wanders the lands anymore.

But that got me and Pallas discussing accomplishments, sort of. We sat down in the Lair, and it was...nice. To sit with a cup of wine and just talk, or just listen. It was strange, because me and Pallas have never truly sat and talked that much. I don't know why, but we just never had before. But there was nothing uncomfortable, not even in the silences that cropped up. But it made me glad that I'd wandered back for more than just a quick visit, and it felt right...I felt at home.