Poor Hanse. I hope one day he can forgive me. I would never hurt a hair on his furry body.

I do not think Orivelin bought my act though. Would he have hurt me, had I struck him harder with my dagger? That tap from his tail was a wake up for me, telling me I was carrying my ruse to far.

Surely, he knew he was not in danger with all the plate he had on.

After they left me the sadness was almost unbearable. I sat in this inn, just watching the people come and go. I watched their faces, wondering if their stories were anything like mine.

Here I am again. Sitting in a chair, facing the doorway, so I can see the street. Not really feeling a need to go out into the sunshine. Is this what sadness does to one? I cannot help but think, I would be sadder if I did not have friends around me. But in this city, it is easier to lose yourself in a crowd.

Eius will not come here. He dislikes this city and it’s crowds. Is hiding here the answer to put some space back between us?

Do I really want space? Or did I just grow to used to having him by my side this past month.

A month, already. Time is flying by.