Things are different. I think the hole in the wall near the bathrooms of Dundee inn proclaim that loudly. Well, as loudly as a hole can. I should really stop trying to sound so fancy - I don't do it justice.

Anyway, I saw all the old faces again. Az seemed very polite. Mind you, she always was, so I let it slide. Asrai seemed glad to see me. I think she asked me how I was, but I thought she was talking to another person, so I 'ignored' it. Oops. If you ever read this, Asrai (since Valorn still seems to be full of peekers...right, sis?), I really am sorry! That is, if it was directed at me. Feel free to correct me on that front.

Speaking of which, she seems to have a new stalker. Interesting.

I went on the cannon again. I arrived on the snowy plateaus, but I think I've already written that. I got another glimpse of Kilican. Saw my first Gold Crystal Guardian since coming back here - it was very dull. Went right up to the Scarab King - at least, that's what Tyral Nyril told me it was.

Not nice. Not nice at all.

P.S. No, Nyril did not like me getting his name wrong. Just in case you were wondering.

The man was right. I can't remember the small things. I looked in my backpack yesterday and saw a diamond ring, and I tried hard to remember where I got it, but to no avail. I saw the necklace, and I knew it was from Sephy, when we went to Ethucan, so I tried to forget about not being able to remember the ring. Then I came across the dead flowers, knew they were, indirectly, from Sephy, but couldn't remember where I'd gotten them from. The plains? I think?

And that crystal pendant. It took me a few moments to realise that it was my first dull crystal. What a strange thing to commemorate. I wonder what I was thinking.

So I looked at everything, touched everything, tried to remember the name of places. It took a while for me to remember Aldwythe's Landing. It made me wonder when I remembered how I'd once told myself that, if I were to be bonded, it would either be in Ethucan or the garden in Aldwythe's Landing. At least, I think it was a garden. Once again, I ponder my thoughts on the subject.

The man was right, after all. I've forgotten all the small things that had held up my life so urgently before. Now that I look at them, they don't mean a thing.

I looked through all the old places and tried out all the old things. On the surface, nothing seems to have changed. Maybe I was right. Maybe nothing has changed.

I actually tried the cannon again. I vaguely remember that I swore off cannons. I've forgotten why. Maybe it's the danger part - I dunno, it was pretty fun this time round. Maybe because I wasn't squashed into gore. The bandits seemed pretty happy to see me. They let me pass, anyway.

When I ported to Bran, though, and went to the temple, I stopped. I guess going to a temple wasn't a good idea. I thought of the mad cleric and I hurt.

**The following writing is written in a shakier hand, and seems to scratch a bit deeper**

Scratch that - I'm on the snowy plateaus now

It's strange, isn't it. How every time you return to Valorn, you think it hasn't changed - then you get that feeling that, probably, it has.