Artemus...

Home soon!

Christ, next time I save the world it's going to be from something simple like a warlord, or a dragon, or a rampaging God of Cheap Eateries anything that doesn't involve travelling to a volcano on the edge of the goddamn world to get rid of. At least on ship I'm not weighed down with shot gun, chainmail, and sabres, but I'll keep the pistol on me until I get back to Valardine. Valardine. Home, god I miss it. At least it used to be home before Lisk, may your soul burn forever and then eternity. Only a few friends survived, and only Matthew returned to his bar, the others... Valardine. Home? For the past fifty years all I wanted was a nice comfy teaching job, to settle back into academic bliss. I wonder what Lori and Rivka are up to? I wonder what Raetanon's obsessing on at the moment? I wonder if the dwarfs got away in the confusion? I wonder...

By all the gods I feel old tonight, elves shouldn't live with humans so long. I've lost a lot of friends in the past, but so many at once! I need a drink, I need to laugh, I need to cry. Why did I have to be stupid enough to book passage on a dry ship? Why did I have to be stupid enough to leave my friends? Home soon?

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