[SIZE=10][SIZE=13]Tegan sits under the big tree in Velensk, staring at the blank journal she bought so long ago. Then slowly she brings quill to paper.[/SIZE] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=16]Tegan's journal. I find this odd to be writing in a book. I do not even know what to write, what does one say to there journal? [/SIZE]
[SIZE=16]I have been in Hlint for a few months now. Life is completely different here. For the first time I have felt what freedom is like. To be able to dress as I like, to do as I like, to pray or not pray. To even being able to practice my spells on my own. I am sure if my grandmother knew the people who I have been meeting here, she would very angry. Being here, away from her and my mother, has giving me time to think. They are afraid. They are afraid for me. That I have much of my father's blood in me, nothing new there, I have been told that more then enough times. Now I am feeling that myself. The need to fight, to help in anyway I can. I try to diligently practice my spell casting everyday. I must say it is beginning to show. Enough of my family, thinking of them is beginning to weigh heavy in my heart. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=16]At least I am not alone in town anymore. I have met good people, some odd people, and some weird looking people. I am still surprised by thingsI see everyday. New phrases, new languages I haven't heard before. I wish now that I payed more attention learning elvin. Will never admit it to her, but my grandmother was right on that one point. A monk Wen was one of the first to show me around, helped save me quite a bit. He doesn't have much of a sense of humor and takes things a bit to literal, but he is loyal. A cleric named Jin. How to describe Jin. Loyal to, always there when someone needs help, judges sometimes a bit to much of other people, I am glad to know him. Berilu a halfling, she's alright for the most part, except when she tries to mother me, that just sets my teeth on edge. Then Renji, the dark one, the one you never know how to describe. I have noticed he has lightened up a bit since I met him the first time, down in the haven mines. I died thereadventuring with him and othersin the haven mines. Not going into that right now. Think from then on, he felt a little guilty about that. I have come to feel secure knowing that when he is in a group with me, he is watching my back. I have come to find that means alot to me, the sense of not being alone. That these people here, and others I have not written about yet are there when I need them. They do not judge me, or try and tell me what to do and when to do it. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]*surprised on how much Tegan has written, closes her journal for now.*[/SIZE]
