I love the rain, the fresh clean scent of it. The way it makes everything look new and bright, or the way it glistens as it falls from leaf to leaf as it is doing now as I watch, curled comfortably on my side beside the flickering fire I have made for the night, in these dark yet comforting woods. But I have to admit...the rain is also making me think of the offer I was made of joining a guild, I love the woods, the freedom of distant and wild places, the outdoors so to speak, but I miss having a home too. There is nothing like rain dripping on your head whilst you are trying to sleep to bring that fact to life.
Still, it’s not the Imps is it? this new guild. I mean...they have a frikking cathedral in their guild hall for crying out loud. It’s big, bright, white, and filled with statues of the gods...eeehkk...I nearly vomited. Told em I will think about it...and then suggested those statues would be put to better use if they were turned into urinals...They said they will think about my application and thanks for the suggestions. Well if I join... trust me...they will be used as urinals whether they are made into ones or not.

So...Yeah. I guess the woods will be my home for awhile yet, and that’s okay too since I get on well with the bandits, cutthroats and riffraff that also call these woods their home. But I have to say, this guild had a dark room that I couldn’t enter in a dark hallway in a shadow filled catacomb that well...it called to me. Let’s be honest...it probably only called to me because i couldn’t enter it, but still, it called to me none the less. I’m a rogue, a true rogue and if I must admit to having a fault...besides greed, arrogance and a bright sunny disposition I would have to say...curiosity would definitely have to be a big one...if I had any faults that is, which I don’t.

So here I am, warm, clean, comfortable and relaxed after a long day of mucking around in spider webs, spider goo and spider...well never mind, I’m sure if someone reads this they will get the picture...or not...no doubt it would be my luck and a Valornian would be reading this and...well...they really aren’t that bright.

So...home...or the possibility of one anyway, it’s an interesting idea but not perhaps a feasible one. Oh well, what’s life but a mosaic of dreams, shattered, attained, unreachable, abandoned, forgotten, lost and left behind all glued together so that we can pretend to have something solid and real...something of meaning and then have it named...The Will of the Gods... Bleh...See?...Urinals.