I blame those poor undead souls (and the Mayor) for here I sit having shut myself away, far easier to bear the snoring next door and the nighttime settling of an inn than to be outside with night sounds and smells. I have a room with a sturdy enough door. There's a fire. The window bolts. But that is not enough, not ever enough to feel safe, so I have taken out Krea's gift, the precious cord she gave me before I left, to draw my circle with. Cast the circle thrice about, to keep the evil spirits out. I've remembered the water and salt, the piece of glass (another gift) and the matches. And the cord is tied, there is no doorway. She might be proud that I've remembered, she'd most likely laugh. All this because you've bad dreams? The candles flicker when I think of her. Perhaps she is in her own circle and thinking of me...