13th of Eleint
Things have gone so downhill after leaving Baemore these last couple of times, I wonder if it would not have served me better to listen to Father and just stay home with my family.
Not only do we find out that Iona has gone off and gotten herself (and likely us as well) into trouble with an assassin who lives just beyond our doorsteps, but I’ve been cursed or something by a vampire wench, threatened by a fey creature that I thought was a friend but is instead just insane, and am only marginally closer to finding Anzo than I was before. And now that Roy is with us, telling me that he’s actually back in Kestrel’s Corner, the realization of how useless coming here to the home of the elves was is all but crushing. I should have never come back to lay that flower at Aubril’nder’s shrine. Perhaps I would have had no choice, but knowing that by asking for the staff, he’s taken a price besides what he asked of me already —
If it’s what I think it is, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive myself. Please, by the old gods, don’t let it be that.
I was told by one of the elves that if I can put him in my debt somehow, I can get the upper hand. But how can I possibly be of use to an arch fey — one who considers himself a god, no less? I can’t fathom a way, and yet I know I must figure it out, before it’s too late.
Going south may have to wait.
And in the meantime, I should really look for a healer… I feel worse by the day.