This wound is starting to take a toll on me. I sometimes find myself fading into dark places during the ride, thinking about my family and my father. I have also been having vivid dreams I cannot make sense of. I am not a warrior but yet I keep being put into situations where I need to fight…this is not my calling but I care a lot about my companions and am willing to risk my life for them. At the same time my heart wears on me daily in worry for Boone. I often get feelings of ache and pain when thinking about him. I am worried something has gone terribly wrong back at the castle. I have thought about trying to send a raven to try to contact him but something tells me that isn’t wise.
Finally we reached the castle and all I wanted to do was rest but I was asked to sit in a room while the men talked war strategy…AGAIN. I have nothing to contribute to these type of conversations because they don’t listen to me and even if they did I would much rather be socializing in the local tavern or wondering the woods. I finally find a great time to sneak out of the room and can have some time to myself. After my night I woke up to the men already wanting to leave the castle…we have only just arrived! I told them that my wound was still bothering me, even after the miser tried healing it and insisted that we and rest for a couple more days. They didn’t care…so I told them to leave without me. An ambush is no place for a hunter anyway.