As I sit to write this I can’t help but wonder just how long I have been here… three weeks… a month… even more? I came here seeking something I did not have, could not have wandering the streets of Brill and of Silverpine. It seems that it is something I will never have, peace of mind. Thoughts of my former life still flutter through my mind at times, but like the wisp of smoke raising from a candle it is impossible to capture and bring it in to study. Even now the memories, what precious few of them I could recall, grow harder and harder to bring into focus. Is this what it truly means to be Forsaken? To loose one’s self, to become a mindless beast wandering the land in search of basic survival?