On an old leathery book with sloppy handwritting, with pages falling out or missing, or burnt, or any other number of dismemberments, a passage can be read.
When I first set out I was well off. I had my sword, and my shield, and I knew that one day I would make a place for myself. That was then ... now I don't know. It seems now all I do is battle. I try [blurred] I'm not sure if I am as good as I think. Sometimes my sister, Lyssa travells with me, but those times are few ... and she tries to hard to keep me safe ... she'll get herself hurt that way.
Maybe I need to slow down. I'm just a bit tired recently ... maybe I should take a break, go to some city like [marked out] and rest for a bit ... oh well ... I guess there is no rest for the weary. Maybe after a rest I will be ready to do battle some more ... maybe I just need a change of scenery. Who knows?
I think I hear Lyssa coming, I should put this away ... [the page ends]
-Quin
