[Kenderfriend]

*dips the quill in green ink and writes in slightly quicker and larger writing than usual*

Written on Wedlar, Oclar 4, 1437

Quite a bit has happened recently. Nothing unusual there!
I was telling a while back, the story of those vampire women (think they're vampires anyways..) and of Q going missing. Yeh, you know what I'm on about.
I got to the bit where the deader stuck me, but I couldn't explain very well what it looked like. Think about it, the thing ran out and killed me... in seconds, I wasn't wondering 'Oh what weapon is that thats going through me?' or 'Whats Mr. Deader's fashion sense today?'
So, this girl... Taliera I think her name was, summons up this skellyton.
Now, I don't like deaders as much as the next person, but she was helping me, right?
Aerimor went berserk and beat it to a pulp, then he said she should go to court or something... she looked genuinly shocked!
I said it didn't harm anyone... so no harm done. It seemed that noone saw it my way, and Aerimor was getting real mad at me, and saying I supported necromancy.
Then, Lorn'lin stood up from the shadows, and stood next to me. He said then,
"If you say she supports necromancy, then I say she supports balance."
I didn't expect that... after all, why do that for me? I was shocked, but thankful for that.
He is good with words, I'll give him that. He put Aerimor at one point, to a question he wouldn't answer, he just ignored him.
It all ended well though... kinda.
Aerimor doesn't seem to be angry at me anymore though... 'least thats good.

Recently too, I came upon his brother, Verideth, and Tod. We were in the same spot as when I told the tale. The camp in the Goblin Wastelands.
I said hello to them both, I was happy to see them!
(By the way, I'd just saved Rocky's butt! Closer to being a real hero, right? Well... maybe.)
Anyways... Ver just looked down at me and said I was marked by the druid council. I mean, really! I ain't done nothing wrong! Those druids... I thought of them as friends, but now they hate me!
Huh, I'm not worried anyway, I can take care of myself! They wouldn't kill me or anything... and they're not right anyway.
You don't have friends because of what they are, like a druid and a ranger... but because of their personalities! That's what matters, don't it? I mean.. me and Rocky are so different, but we are still friends..
And some of my friends grew up in the city, while I grew up in the forest.

I know this speech may be boring you, Thistle.. but I won't be long, promise.

*smiles to herself and pauses to think awhile and nibble a berry before continuing*

Someday... I will be as strong and brave as a bear, just like Chestnut told me I was! I might not be so strong yet... but I won't give up! Not for a moment.

-Keppli