Blindly Toward Riverville

DAY 1 AT SEA
I'm on a ship manned by a crew of Soulreaved. I can easily count this as the most awesome thing I've ever done. L̶i̶a̶n̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶s̶o̶ I should feel excited. Right? I'm trying to be curious, and talk with everyone and ask detailed and intrusive questions about their deaths but I can't focus. Mind's in Northal.
 
A̶c̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶h̶e̶
I̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶e̶d̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶a̶ ̶p̶r̶o̶b̶l̶e̶m̶
Th̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶p̶r̶o̶b̶l̶e̶m̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶u̶n̶i̶q̶u̶e̶l̶y̶ ̶q̶u̶a̶l̶i̶f̶i̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶o̶
 
Wren...what in the Shadowfell is wrong with you? How do you detect insane people with control issues so efficiently? And why do you go running toward them blindly with hearts in your eyes? Little frozen hearts. The first thing- THE FIRST THING-n that you heard about him. That was the first thing. And you went flew right toward him, l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶a̶ ̶b̶i̶r̶d̶ "Oh hi, nice school. I think I'll join. Will you be my mentor?" Really Wren.
 
And for the love of all the gods, living AND dead, why do you keep digging your own grave? He knows now! Celrin's gone now and Eleonora, who will never tell a soul, is the only one here who would have ever known if you had just kept your fucking mouth shut! But he asked you and you panicked and .. you helped. You helped him.
 
We're headed to Lorox now. Kane said if I helped with the raid he'd take me to Riverville next. He's sure quickly learning a whole lot more about me than I'd like. I guess this time I'm not blindly running though. I'm blindly sailing. Does that count as improvement?
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DAY 2 AT SEA...WELL I GUESS IT'S A RIVER NOW
Raiding is harder than I was lead to believe. I commanded people (not by magic, just by yelling at them mostly) so that was s̶u̶r̶p̶r̶i̶s̶i̶n̶g̶ fun. In the books they'd call what we did 'winning' but it didn't feel like winning. I'd say 'we succeeded in our goal.'
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DAY 3 WHO KNOWS WHERE THE FUCK WE SAILED TO
 
Just came from a town that was not a town. Filled with people who clearly were not (living) people. And spoke to a woman who clearly was not a woman.
 
His precise words were, "I'm leaving this capital towards an alleged 'quaint spot' named Riverville, and will continue to pursue the lead there." I'll admit maybe I lost a day or two obsessing over the choice of words there. 'quaint spot'. But...I get it now. It wasn't a town. It wasn't a village. It wasn't anything. It was...a cover. For the Lexicon?
 
There are functional things, rungs of society that need to apply to be qualified as a town (Gods, I sound like Eleanora). At least one public building is one of them surely. The Mayor's house wasn't even a public building, not really. And he was the only one who...well, whatever is going on he's clearly behind it. He said Rhea's name. He said her name like it was mine. And every time I tried to preform a spell people just appeared out of nowhere. I mean, they literally ran us out of town basically when I tried to cast it surreptitiously. But I saw it, as we were slipping away from the docks, I don't believe I've ever seen so much necromancy magic in once place anywhere in my life.
 
That's why he stayed so long I'm sure.. and I was still too late. He stayed two months. The goat woman said that. This journal is beginning to look like the intelligible scrawling of a madwoman. Justice. The goat woman's name is Justice.
 
Re-reading his syntax I just realized he never actually asked me to go to Riverville. He asked me to research that spell tha magically appeared in my book one night (still don't know how he did that) and to treat his special little project with importance. And you know what? I did both. I'm done.
 
As far as I'm concerned, I've completed all assignments. Well and alone, and in the face of adversity. I've graduated. And I'm going home.
 
-w.