It is so easy to feel cocooned from what brews on the outside here in the calm, peaceful quiet. Though I confess it feels rather like I imagine queuing for the wise old woman healer must have been for the peasants where I was born. The place has the look of something that has been thought about – the comfort of those who frequent this place has been a concern…. It is not devoid of interest by any means – for me far from it. Yet these rows of chairs with their ancient looking decoration make me think of lining up waiting to hear something or undergo something. It is not a restful place. I hold my breath a lot as I sit here, almost as though I were listening for something. But all I ever hear is the quiet breathing of the watchful cleric however hard I train my ears. The wall hanging haunts my dreams by day and night. It is not fine stitchwork that would make those who collect the arts gasp in wonder. It is quite crude in its execution. In some ways it makes me think of the shirt I made. The decorations on that were not as I had hoped, yet they seem to be cherished. I cherish the scene it depicts. Sunrifter. It is always Sunrifter. I have no evidence for it but I cannot help but think this hanging is a sign of what might be to come. It shows Sunrifter and a lake. I think of the Kin…Queen’s lake and I think of our dear guildhall nestling on its banks. The lake is not always quiet. It has seen terrible things. I pray it will not do so again. I like to look on it at the very last before I bend my aching head again in prayer. I like to think of water. It takes me back to the fountain in Ethucan – a time I would long to spend again. Yet even here with my thoughts crowding in I must hold on and not let them cast shadows. If they must, let them be thrown away from me as they would be if I were a light. Someone told me I was, to them, and that is good enough for me. Even here a message can be received. What joy they bring. Oh by Cory’s forehead how I long to hold more than words. Something must come soon. The air has been still too long. At least I know the warrior I met has gone off with the gods making his blade blaze against his enemies, and the young girl so new to the lands now has something to wear on her feet and something to stop the rats biting. That must be good. I will pray for them both as well as that dearest of ones.