It is strange to read these scattered notes that I have tucked deep in my pack. I have been away for so long that it almost seems as if these writings describe dreams I had long ago. Much has changed since I last explored Valorn. Many faces walk the streets that I do not recognize, though it was good to see the familiar faces of Purazon, dear Vardian (who blessed me with yet another gift -- I will never be able to repay her for her kindness), Brisingr, Ferno, Isoyami, and of course Azure. If I ever should come to see the day when the distinctive blue feathered hat and its wearer disappear from these lands, I am not sure I would be able to bear it. I spoke with Ember the Wise Warrior in Fartown, and was given a tome that will give me an advantage in battle, though I do not do much fighting other than to defend the citizens from demon raids. I must be getting old, but the prospect of spending countless marcs training in the dark lands or other unpleasant places just to get a little stronger is losing its appeal.

I am concerned about my guild brother Purazon, as he has fallen ill with a mysterious fever or illness of unknown origin. He is in the very capable care of Vardian, but it still troubles me to see my comrade ailing.

Alas, looking through my notes always makes me long for dear friends that have not returned, and now is no different. Waterfall, Tienchi, and of course my dear friend Meriel. I hope they are happy and content, wherever they are. I do wish they might return someday though...