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Date Posted: 03:01:27 12/13/02 Fri
The older I get, the more it is that simple things seemed to hold so much pleasure. The soft mattress of down ticking..the smell of Indigos cooking..the warmth of a fire. It was those things that I sought when I retired, but even then, they did not have the power to hold me there.
Not that they do now..but I am more appreciative of those simply luxuries. Did I mention a hot bath? That seemed to me, the equal of a kings riches.
Indigo is alright..she has missed anyone being here, and is glad for my return. Keln seems to shun her every attempt to serve him, but she understands and says that its expected if truth be in his past slavery.
Keln is quite the puzzle. I think back to meeting him, and find that even then, it was a puzzle.
I had planned on a meal and a nights rest at The Goats Leg Inn. Its about twenty miles outside of the mountain township. That damned Roan had followed me there, and others had followed him. It turned into a huge brawl, and although we both escaped with our lives, it brought home the fact that I can find no peace anywhere. If Roans troubles brought about were not bad enough, there had been a kindred who in his hunger..had aided my escape. I have not seen him since, and I am glad for it. My blood is thinner than it used to be. At any rate..I had gone back the following day..when daylight could watch my back, and that is when I met Keln. I recalled him from the night before, though it seems to me he stayed out of the fight. He approached me with a story that I found, at first, impossible to believe..but as time progressed, I found that it was all to real.
For years, I have stayed out of The Shades territories. I do not have any desire, nor have I ever had, to do battle with their forces. They allow me my space, and I them. Strange I found it, that they would have a price on my head now. It seems it is all of the cause of Jol'thin, a half drow that is upon their high council. He wants me dead, and has paid a great deal, risks even more, to see that it happens. Keln gave me several false stories along the way, but I believe the truth was learned in the end. Jol'thin, is his son..the product of his enslavement to a Drowess. He was no pleasure slave..no, not at all. He was their assassin, and that, is just like the Drow. It is no wonder I detested them for so long. Khaless will forever be the only one that I understood..and of course..that is a dark spot in my past. I do not know why Jol'thin wants me dead..nor does it matter I suppose. Keln was determined to get to Darlson, their stronghold..and I at the time, was as stubbornly set. It soon became apparent, that I was way out of my league..outnumbered and outweaponed..I did not have a chance. Nor, did I believe, did Keln.
When our stay in one of his hideouts resulted in an explosion, and five assassins were killed..I had had enough. We snagged horses, and rode hard back to the Roost.
Keln will be staying here..paid with room and board for his protection..and I will bide my time. I will think about things..put the pieces together, and then, Only when I am sure that I can succeed in the attempt, I will find Jol'thin, and I will watch as his father slits his throat.
Keln seems uncomfortable here..but he is out of his realm and in a strange place. I doubt he will ever feel at home here, but who knows. I am really suprised he has even agreed to come and stay. I am glad for it though. I think I need his skill.
I wish Ciro, and Majidah were here for this..I could use their skills..and oh, wouldnt Majidah love the idea. Such is not to happen though..there has been no word from her, and no word from Ciro. I fear that Ciro has passed out of my life. I do not feel the things I used to. Hell..I do not feel much of anything at all anymore. Someone told me, that without a soul, I could have no heart..and I believed them.
I try to have some feeling for Indigo..though it seems to elude me. The only time, I feel anything other than anger, or sadness, is when I think about Majidah..and how the Feral One and I used to go about with each other. I miss her, and there seems a great hole in me where she used to be. Perhaps it is the not knowing..where she went..why she went..where she is now. She has never ceased to be on my mind, and I do not seem able to stop wishing she were here.
If I ever do see her again..Im going to kick her ass just for that.
I am feeling better since my return, I will go tomorrow and sell the horses we rode in. There are several things I need to check on, and Indigo is running low on supplies. I am not willing to send her to market though, as there is the danger that we were followed. I will keep her inside, where it is safe, and let things cool down awhile.
Until then..the snow falls, the fire burns, and I am, for the time being..content.
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