Entry 3

Always that same feeling when on the open road you get. Perhaps something to do with being away from the stench of the city, it has. But more alive on the road I've always felt. Because born on the road I was, some part of me irks at the thought of being trapped within the walls of a city. See the horizon I must to feel a sort of comfort. Though I have a sense we won't be seeing any more cities for a while. Feel the weight of the importance of this upcoming journey, I do. Made sure of that, Glada did. As much as my own quest pulls at me, always think of the exiles first, I must. Tear at my insides, those two conflicting responsibilities do. Must I choose? Does a world not exist where I can do both?