I've arrived in the Grasslands. I slept in the rooms above Dundee inn last night and set out first thing this morning. I packed sandwiches and boiled eggs and lemonade for drinking, and I just set out. Just like that.

I could've gone by ferry and lessened my journey, but I opted instead to walk. I don't know, suppose I just wanted to. Just so I could be moving. I look at the mountains so often from Branishor, but it is a rare turn that I walk them. There is nobody about to please but myself, so I shall do as I like. I rather enjoyed the walk.

The Grasslands is flatter that I remembered. Though, now Fartown is gone. I think the township still stood the last time I came. But yes, it is very flat and wide. I like the smell of the grass, and the air feels much warmer down here. There are more people about than I anticipated. People from the ABV and some bandits and such. I haven't paid them much mind; nor them I. I came here for the quiet, so that is how it shall be.

Suppose I'd best write about the Nexus repair that happened yestereve. Well, it was not repaired at all actually - we somehow managed to break it even moreso. Though, it was not intentional, of course. I believe everyone did try their best. And, for what it is worth, for a moment it felt as though our efforts were truly working. But it did not work. In fact it went rather horribly wrong. The broken pillar to Branishor blew up in my face. I was standing with my hands resting upon it, and was chanting my memory aloud. I don't know where it came from, but the memory of Thorne telling me a story in the tower came to the forefront of my mind. So that is what I channeled and spoke about.

The stone hit me hard. And I think mayhaps I was rather concussed for the remainder of the evening. Everyone went back to the Inn to yell at one another. I didn't partake in the yelling; only the ale. Though through the din I heard somebody say that when the pillar went up, Alfred had tried to shield me from the blow. Though, he was not fast enough, and he hurt himself in doing so. But, I do remember that. Even if I did not witness it; I heard of it. And I thought it an important thing, that even through all of that yelling and discord, that I heard that little slither of kindness that had been bestowed to me. I will not soon forget it.

Anyway, the night wore on, and people came and went. And I stayed and drank and drank. Lowrenzo arrived and he told us all tales from back when he was a young lad, no bigger than a squirrel - which are my most favourite stories to hear. He told us of a man he once knew who claimed to have eaten all of the horses in the lands! And how I laughed. Alfred went off full restless energy; saying he was going to wrestle with wolves. Rhalia and Viviyana snoozed together in the corner, with arms wrapped about each other. After his tales, Lowrenzo told me that he had located Bris, as I had asked him to. And he said that he had told him that I had been looking for him, and that he should go home.

And, that made me sad again. Because I knew then. I knew. There is no supposing; only knowing.

Anyway, what I mean to say is, I believe I am quite done with waiting now.