It has only been a day since Master Merosiel has gone missing. Yet there is this nervous dread inside. Too many have turned up missing in my life thus far for me to dismiss this entirely out of hand, but I counsel myself to wait and see when my breath catches in my throat and I find myself watching every shadow I pass as if expecting to see him suddenly appear as I make my rounds.

Only yesterday. Iatrios was there, and so was Lady Windila.

I made many mistakes today on the Tourney grounds with the valiants and their training.

I must have patience. And trust in the Light. It is difficult.