Much to recount, much more to keep private; yes, even from whispering pages.

Sorynn and Loki both presented me with gifts. While I did not expect the first, it was a kindness that I've come to cherish.

If she has forgiven, and seen my growth as a person, then certainly the others will, too. Loki, my dearest of friends, doesn't know of my darkened past, the atrocities I've committed. Not beyond what is recorded in this journal.

In all, there is only one event that is still in mind. Vivid and bright.

Achelle. We spoke in person, for the first time in what seems like cycles, beside the fireplace in the Milltown Inn's upper room.

I shared with her a wager I had made, one with a person that did not have any idea it was placed. We spoke for a few marcs, peacefully. Perhaps the possibility to restore old friendships is there?

Shadows guide me.