[Nehetsrev]

Mar 1, 1434

A few days ago I fell in battle, to lousy vines in the Hallowblight. I don't know what we were thinking really, treading into that danger... I guess I shouldn't have felt so confident in the myth that helping Brownies brought good fortune... At least it brought good enough fortaune that I avoided that dreaded last visit of the Soul Mother once more.

I could give up adventuring all together I suppose... But I fear I'd just waste away at home feeling dull and depressed if I tried that route. The answer must become learning to tread more carefully in all things I do, as I keep writing and telling myself. In the moment though, I just don't seem to think about things. I ride on the thrill of just doing what feels right at the time... and that puts me into danger I should be smart enough to avoid. Can I change who I am enough that I don't leave Danael a widower?

On another note, I still haven't been to see a priestess. I walked into the temple of Deliar in Port Hempstead with every intent to do so, but then turned out again. I felt frightened to face the possibility of being with child at my age... or worse still, of finding the child I think may be growing in me to be harmed by that recent death of my own... I suppose I could just wait for things to show naturally, or not. It shouldn't be long now for that to happen on it's own, if it's happening at all.