A worn leather journal - The thoughts of Gwynver Valenti

((There is nothing special about this book. It is a simple affair, pages of a cheap paper bound in a leather cover. The leather, once of decent quality, has become so worn it is soft and supple and in places has began to peel away.))

I am a coward.

I have finally arrived, and I must admit that I did not hurry. It still seems to me that it was a dream, that I came to be back in this place. That I was not punished for my lack of faith in myself, for my cowardice.

The cards have told me I have not yet fulfilled my destiny here in this place, they guide my actions still to that of a Servitor. But, I am frightened.

The one called Jo, she could sense beneath me and find the lies beneath when I was here last year. She kept calling me paladin. She could feel my past, could find my ghosts. I am worried that she may find more, that she may tell someone what she senses. All I want is to move on, to forget. Who I was is no longer who I am.

I am no paladin. I am a coward.

Here I stand, staring at a testament to dwarven strength and ingenuity, home to a people that I admire and respect. Whom I do not wish to let down. The cards tell me this is where I should be, and this is where I genuinely want to be. A place to atone, to make a difference, and to be a part of something greater. Perhaps, should I be so lucky, it will be a place to start over, a place to forget, a place of new hope.

Light. I am so very tired.