I sit here cross-legged on the ground with this time worn journal in my lap. Just a few feet in front of me is the sign. “For sale”, it says. On one hand it brings back such fond memories I can not deny them being foremost in my mind. Such as the happy day when another sign, in that same place, was pulled out and construction began on a grand complex. So many once called this home. Now, only by looking closely enough would one find the faintest clues of what once stood here. So faint however that the next happy family to purchase this tract of land will likely not notice at all. So thoroughly has it been wiped clean by a grand deity’s finger that little but the memories remain. Once given calm and rational thought, it may have all been for the best. I no longer have the resources to remain among the nobility. Nor, it seems, the time or energy it takes to properly run a guild. And it seems I lack the social skills to be successful here anyway. I have been without a guild for some time, and I think have the knowledge and experience to contribute, and yet I have not had one person inquire if I was interested in joining with them. The mark I carry from my lost guild may have a bit to do with that. I am sure it would take some work, if it is possible at all. And I do remember being given some wise advice back in my youth. When faced with what I thought was an obvious error by someone evaluating my performance I protested. The response I got was disquieting though thought provoking. They said, “Don’t dwell on whether or not their opinion is right or wrong, consider instead what causes them to have that opinion. If their opinion matters, it is still up to you to change it”. Perhaps I have left a bad impression, and am not thought of quite and highly as I would expect. Again, reason to believe that things have all worked out the way fate intended. The time of year has come that the most anticipated celebration draws near. It was two Fall Festivals ago that I first came to this land. So it is no wonder that it holds a special place in my heart. I will try and be around to enjoy as much as I am able. I hope to see some old friendly faces when they are available to be seen. And a good hot mug of cider sounds good.
Gar