I awoke today and realised that so much has happened, and I have already forgotten so much. I decided that I need a way to remember it all, so that in my dotage, there will be no shocks to me as the memories fade, and time like so many things in this life, slip through my fingers. I trust journal that you will be my memory for me, and remind me of them in the many years that I have left waking....

So..I guess I can start with the last few days. I have been standing on the swamp path for ages, looking out at the Continental Doorway and thinking alot. It seems that I am destined to live in a life of turmoil and decisions. Many of which I do not like making, some of which I do. There are many who speak to me and keep me company in my hours of contemplation. Some even visit now and again.

Theres a simple peace in standing here, watch young adventurers heading into the swamp, some wandering there, others heading out to gain thier first good shield. And the older ones also. Heading out to the Guild Halls, or running about helping thier young charges. Either way, theres a simple balance to it, that is amazing to watch.

We are getting close to being able to build a new room onto the guild hall. I have been thinking long on this also, though it seems that the Hammers are having a tough time deciding just what they would like to see in it. Cel seems to have a handle on it, and even Gen is getting some planning in. I am sure it will be the best room yet.

I had it out with Skye last night. She is afraid to talk to me it seems, on some fear that she can hurt me by asking questions. Liela wants to help us both, but it seems..futile in a way. That fight if you will, is my main reason for writing in you today journal. Perhaps by writing out what I think, I can read it back and come to a better understanding of my actions? Or provide cheap entertainment for a passing traveler who find my pack as I train.

I think perhaps I will train..I can feel level 62..it is so close..Must train......