It's been a long time since I have managed to take enough time to shelter to collect my thoughts. Running and running and running. Chased by monsters, chased by people who are unpleasant - this has been nothing but running!
I don't know what to think or how to feel. We've never been in anything like this - this survival mode, barely having time to breathe nevermind meditate. My mind keeps coming blank when thinking of what we were taught - how is that possible when I lived those lessons for so long? Am I singularly like this?
I still believe in my goal. I still believe in the Light. I still believe I am doing good and will do good but I cannot help but have doubt cloud my mind. Once I have time to think, I know I will be able to see clearly again but it is still worrying on some level.
We met three strangers and their horses. Their horses were very nice and the strangers fought with us against the dolgaunt and dolgrims and the Not Nice humans. They are mistrusting which given the circumstances I suppose is understandable but still nice to converse with. The one called Warden - he has the strangest armor I have ever seen but perhaps that is how armor is here? - advised Virikhad that he followed the Light. It shows that Light can shed its glory even in the darkest of places.
We will be heading to a hamlet soon. There are murmurs of movement, of splitting, of these wretched things following us. Virikhad is uneasy but at least we are safer in this group than we have been since we left the undergound.