The Fall of the Light

Scrap Thoughts on Scrap Paper

 

All sitting doing nothing and no anything make Cadmael a sad elf.
All sitting doing nothing and no anything make Cadmael a sad elf.
All sitting doing nothing and no anything make Cadmael a sad elf.
All sitting doing nothing and no anything make Cadmael a sad elf.
All sitting doing nothing and no anything make Cadmael a sad elf.
All sitting doing nothing and no anything make Cadmael a sad elf.
All sitting doing nothing and no anything make Cadmael a sad elf.
All sitting doing nothing and no anything make Cadmael a sad elf.
All sitting doing nothing and no anything make Cadmael a sad elf.

I’ve been stuck in this room with practically nothing to do but write and study the goblin dictionary for… I have no idea, now. I have no idea when it will end. The only good thing to come of my stay is I’ve got mischief afoot. 14 scrolls ready, with more to come, to get back at that receptionist. 

I’m a little surprised at the type of research they’re doing on Leta, but maybe they’re doing different things later on. After I got kicked out of the hall for laughing and cheering I have no idea what happened.

I’m also unsure what to make of the Paramar paladin we met, Rufus. He actually seems a good sort, which confuses me. I probably should have spoken to him a little more while I had the chance. 

I’ve also been given a lot of time to think about what the Aspects have said. Maybe bringing together Balance will restore the gods, and Melora, rather than necessarily bring about their down fall. I’m still unsure, and I don’t want to think about the fact that inevitably there’s a fork in the path ahead where I’ll have to pick one side or the other. Dunn’s absence hasn’t helped, either. The one person who would be able to understand, and he’s had to leave. Time will tell, I suppose. 

Guess I’d better get back to writing. This page will probably go in one of the files, so it looks more legitimate for the receptionist, but I guess it’s good to get my thoughts out of my head.