Sitting here amongst the war machines of Rakai reminds me of home, strangely enough

Penned at the reflections of Thejon the Hollow


Grand Library of Rakai






Sitting here amongst the war machines of Rakai reminds me of home, strangely enough. There were none in or near Arah’s Hall, and I’ve heard nothing of these types of weapons from Thejon. Though, true, His training focuses far more on honing the mind and body. I’d have to ask Him during a moment of our clarity, though Thejon has not sent word to me since I arrived here, at least not directly.



Hollow One, have mercy in your judgement if I have offended you. Through combat and deed I will make Your will known.




Here, in the library, we’ve met Pingun Siffress – a strange name indeed – who I’m told directed others towards materials we need. Though I can’t say I read much when I was younger, there were fascinating tales of loss and love that drew me, and I’m ashamed to say I spent much time reading them. But how they remind me of Malekkar! How would fortune favor me if we met here in Rakai once more. I’d do my best to forgive him, of course – he always had a way with me, I think.




Azel's mercy, these books have messed with me. I needed to take a break in a different section, and thankfully the elf Kaidyn helped me get away. He’s rather clever and kind, more in the moment that most elves would let on. Could be because of his youth, but I’m not sure. We had good conversation, and I enjoyed his company. Hopefully I can meld with this group and keep a place here in the city.




I pen this last note as we wait here in a public office – Zippi and the cat Seven are bartering it seems with a local official for out last objective (a letter). There’s talk about a key and something else – I’ll write more later.