We’ve finally arrived at Fort Driftwood. Many from my group, it seems, are being pulled in so many directions. Including myself. I feel as though, for as tough as I am on the outside, I am constantly battling following my heart with trying to live right by my group. My main concerns are my pigs and trying desperately to find the weapon that supposedly will defeat the frost giants. But with everyone wanting to do all of these other missions, I feel torn.
I was able to speak, so far, with the Falconeer in the fort. He was able to watch Dinah while we are in the Fort tending to business and gathering goods for our future ventures. It’s good to know Dinah will be protected from harm, as well as people will be protected from being harmed by her. I heard the best person to care for Boris is Ellasina. I will go to her next to interview her and see if she is capable and worthy of caring for my beloved boar.
My heart aches so much about having to leave Boris behind. I’m heartbroken but I know it’s the best thing I can do for him. I’ve had him since he was a piglet and he’s been on many adventures with me, many of them being close calls. Even though I will cry myself to sleep many nights thinking of him, I still believe it’s better he has a place he can finally call home. He doesn’t have to be in harm’s way any longer and I won’t have to worry about him dying beside me in battle. Although he won’t be with my physically, I’ll never stop thinking of him and I will write often and visit every time I have a chance. I’m sure he’ll be devastated at first but after a while he’ll be happy. Perhaps I’ll cut down his tusks and keep them strung around my neck.
The smith at the fort is making me armor with a boar’s head emblem. He is also placing the same emblem on my axe. I’m very excited to see it soon and will wear it proudly.
I’m not sure where we are off to next. Once someone is part of my tribe I often try everything in my power to please them, leaving my own soul ripped apart in pieces. I must explain to them how important finding this weapon is for me. I already took care of the other important matter, which may be slightly more important than finding the giant slaying weapon. But now this is the only thing left. Once it is found, I can rest easy knowing I did what I could to save the north from more devastation. Only then will I be able to truly concentrate on other tasks at hand.
If only the others knew of my internal struggles. I try to be strong for others and myself but who is there for me in the end? Is anyone trying to be strong for me? Perhaps.
Until I learn more from the others on what they all want to do next, I’m not sure on where this will take me.
But, like I said, at least my heart with weigh less knowing Boris will be loved. That’s far more valuable than any amount of crowns.