I found this crumpled piece of paper in the inn... I can't remember exactly where now... and a broken quill among some rubble when I was exploring the city. Things have been... so odd. But later on in a good way. I stumbled into this strange and wondrous place a few days ago. I don't remember how I even got here. I know it sounds confusing. That's because it is. The last piece of awareness I remember is looking around and finding myself in the tavern. Before that... I know nothing. I remember nothing. Everything in my head is like... well, picture roiling fog or smoke. You can't see anything but indistinct gray around you. When you do get glimpses through it, they are tiny points of colorless light, or they are a scattered blur of shapes. You can't get a good look at them, then they are lost again. A word. A voice far in the distance that you strain to listen to. The glimmer of a feeling or a thought, but you don't know if it's a memory... or simply your own imagination toying with you. Anything, any dreams, thoughts, or what might be memories, I have before that first day at the inn are just that. tiny points. Glimmers. crumbled leaves breaking apart as they are tossed about by wind. They mock me and delight in my tortured confusion. My friends, the ones I've met and made here, perhaps think I'm somewhat strange when I stare into a dancing fire or gaze at the rippling water in the beautiful fountain in the city square, sometimes even when it gets chilly. I don't know who I was before, so now I'm just trying... trying to build who I am, or I suppose, who I will end up being, now. I... well, I've just been reaching for things that call to me. Things that I seem to like and am drawn to. I just hope I won't have to flee this life, either. That is one sense of vague remembrance I have. Fleeing, or trying to flee from something. I know now that it's called the blight. But not much beyond that I can say. I have strong emotions sometimes, including a potent, almost cloying fear. From what I don't know. My friends have become a blessing to me. I don't want to forget them, too.