How the new day brings surprises.
It is less than a day since I made contact with one of the people from the village I had found and still I am unsure if it was the right thing to do. There is some benefit from sharing the burden and the walking of the path, but am I ready for this being alone is all I have really known.
It has been several months now since I left the area of Silverbridge and headed south. No regrets to leave a place of bigotry and exploitation. The over hunted areas around the city tell the tale of a society that destroys all it comes across in a vain effort to support progress, the progress of greed and possession. I am glad to be away from it though as I sit here I wonder what this new path of mine has brought upon me.
A hooded figure sits in the flickering shadows of a well secluded camp site. He is carefully oiling a shaft of wood, the ground around him is littered with small shavings, giving some indication of carving. He sits and stares into the fire lost in the memories of the past.