Internal Monologues of Nadrion Te'dwa

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One year, six months, three weeks and two days...

The room is cold, stone, bare and I lay on my back, feeling every lump in a matress I am told is suitable for the finest of human nobility. Merchants here are like serpents- liars and fowl ones at that, yet I am forced to place trust in them. Who else do I have?

As I sit up, slipping my boots back on, an unfair reminder of my homelands, I think about why I am here, why I shouldn't be here and how it could have all been so different. Perhaps, if I had stayed the passions would have dissolved between us and the fire I am left with would settle. Though, I fear that such closeness would have caused fire to harden, create ice- destroy passions in a most evil way.

I shake my head rapidly from side to side. It wouldn't do to think of such things. I have too many more pressing matters at hand, don't I? I call them pressing matters yet they all seem so vert trivial. Where would I eat next? What would I spend this day doing? I let out a deep breath. I didn't really care.

I find myself rather ill-at-ease. I was warned about this feeling. I was told it would creep into my heart should I spend too much time away. They call it a feeling of longing, though they said it would be because I miss the place; the beautiful isle of Evermeet; with it's endless glades and crystaline towers. They were only partially right. Of course, the vulgar cities of these N-Tel-Quess do make me miss Leuthilspar, but more so I miss him... Did he miss me? My mind races as I lay back once more, in the room: cold, stone and bare....