The Return.
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"Time doesn't matter anymore, it's gone on without me. Norwick is no longer the Norwick I know. Old norwick is my Norwick, and there's a keep and new buildings near it that seem to be "New Norwick"… I've missed a lot."
Jerrick updated his journal some, and stared off into the village of Jiyyd from his perch by the Troff Legion archer. Running a hand through his still road-dust soiled hair, Jerrick sighed and laid back to look at the sky. "At least Jiyyd hasn't changed much. I wonder who's going to remem...I wonder who is all still HERE!" That disturbing thought brought him out of his relaxed frame of mind in a hurry.
He could only imagine hearing the stories about how so-and-so dissapeared, and how he and she killed each other, this one died and was eaten, therefore unraiseable, and this one dissapeared on a mission.
Such was life, yes of course, but it didn't mean he had to LIKE it...."Well, I suppose once I'm rested and up to some more wandering around I'll go check out the Wolf Den, and see if the old Rawlins is anything like it used to be... I wonder of those corrupted goblins were ever flushed out? "
The smear of ink at the end signified him cleaning off his quill for the night, and he tucked his journal away safely behind a healing kit in his pack. Tomorrow was another day, and it would be as good a day as any to get back in touch with his old friends and accquaintances, if any were still around. . .
