Good Goddess, the last time I wrote in this thing was when I was still a squire! Hello, my old neglected diary. I suppose things have been a little busy in the last year or so, and in the last few days in particular. How I got myself mixed up with a bunch of particularly murderous goblins, a traitorous half-elf, and what seems to be a conspiracy between multiple goblin clans, I’ll probably never figure out. Is it the Goddess’s will? Is it my fate? Maybe. We’ll see how it plays out.
At least I have good company to share this fate with. I trust Ith to watch my back. We share the same love of shields and armor, and have the same convictions about a lot of things. He even understands my foibles and weaknesses better even than some priests of the Goddess. He’s a little hazy on the purity of good sometimes, as he seeks to understand the world and its elements more than me (I don’t think evil has a place, whereas I think Ith tries to see where it fits in the world). But he’s good at heart, and maybe I can steer him to see that even when it’s not fully understood, evil needs to be eradicated.
Quentin seems like a good sort, or at least so his actions say. I’m proud to stand beside him, and intrigued by that odd magic he practices, since I’ve never seen its like. I do wish he’d drop the whole Shayless Vinder thing, though. It’s getting old, and at this point, I’m regretting my weakness in the first place. No, I don’t love her, it was just me losing control with a pretty girl. And that’s what she is, really, a girl trying her damnedest to be a woman to make up for her older sister’s tomfoolery. I should probably see if I can track down the older Vinder girl and see if I can iron out the problems between her and her father, then see if I have the willpower (crossed fingers here) to tell Shayless that she needs to find someone who isn’t likely to die poking his head into goblin dens. Someone who isn’t me.
Actually, oddly enough, I find my heart goes out to Ameiko more than Shayless. I know the pain of losing two loved ones nearly simultaneously, but I’ve never known the twisting knife in the back of betrayal by a loved one. I feel her pain, but I can’t possibly fully comprehend it. And none of my skills will help her through this. All I do is strike down the unholy and the horrible. If the Goddess smiles on me, maybe I can find who is responsible for all of Ameiko’s pain, sever their head, and coat it in glass, a poetic vengeance on behalf of one who couldn’t obtain it herself.
That’s probably a bad idea, since it would just remind her of what she’s lost, but I know no other way. At least that way she would have closure over this whole mess. Anyway…
Quentin thinks we should do some scouting, so farewell for now, dear neglected diary. I’ll be sure to write in here more often from now on.