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20 Elient 1371 - The Fading, Year of the Unstrung Harp
Amaya has said that I'm crazy, agreeing to do what I've agreed to do. To travel into Cormanthor, to the ancient retreat of Holdfast, to retrieve the crown of an elven princess is something that my love has declared suicide. And yet, for some reason, she did not decline to come along. She is an incomprehensible woman, my Amaya. Still and all, this is one last great adventure for the Silver Tears -- at least, that's how I've phrased it to them. Some have said they will come along, but others are more than content to remain behind. I had tried to convince my sister to accompany us, but Alina declined -- if Amaya and Jastra are along, there is little reason for us to have a third wizard accompanying us. As for me, I believe that she has become comfortable with her residence and work in Waterdeep, training would-be mages in the Art. Elias has likewise declined the invitation, as Morn will be along with us. Elias has a temple to tend to here in Dockview, anyhow, and the temple could hardly go without its High Priest for as long as we would likely be gone. The journey, I daresay, will not be as long as others, although few we have undertaken as a company have been as dangerous, or as fascinating. It will make a great tale, a fine finish for the song of the Silver Tears -- a song that I believe will be my legacy of hope left to the world once I am gone. With as many varied folk as have been with the Silver Tears, with all that we have faced and overcome in the years we have been a company of adventurers, I should think that we could spark some hope in those who have none for their own futures -- after all, we did make something from nothing, and look at us now! Without us, the village of Dockview would barely exist, and many a man, woman, and child would have met their end. Our good works, which I immortalize in song and tale, will hopefully inspire those who hear it as it entertains them. At least, that is my dearest hope. Oh, Mother! If you could read this now, seeing me ramble on so. You would be proud of it, I think -- I hope. In any event, we meet on the first day of Marpenoth -- twelve days' time -- on the day that is most auspicious for the beginning of journeys. May ours be as interesting as those of the past. ~ Faedren Darktwin ~
Another grand adventure my foot! As much as I love my dear Faedren, I honestly don't understand why I allow him to draw me into these sorts of things. Furthermore, I believe I shall soon be sharing a very large piece of my mind with family regarding this latest mission that has been settled upon Faedren's shoulders. Really, I think the Harpers take advantage of him, sometimes. Of course, they likely could not have selected a better individual for the job, given Faedren's connections. What with the rest of the Tears, his older brother and sister, and his mother, I daresay he's better connected than most individuals among their number who are not High Harpers. That, and I think they know rather well that Faedren has problems saying no to anyone in the first place. He's so infuriating sometimes, but I think that his kind-hearted nature is part of what made me fall in love with him. In all honesty, if he really made me that crazy, I doubt that I would have put up with it all for so long -- nearly a decade and a half is certainly a long time. A fool that boy may be, but I love him still. I have begun to make arrangements for our departure, finding friends to run the inn while we're away. Hopefully this will be the last adventure for some time -- it would be wonderful to remain here a time and enjoy the investment we've made in this tavern. Although, for some reason, Faedren's cooking always seems better on the road. Perhaps it's because it feels like a piece of home while we camp outdoors under the stars. Or I'm out of my mind, which certainly seems equally likely. Still, I think that his food is enough to keep the Tears riding through hellish days -- the promise of a good, hot meal out of whatever we happen to have at hand has certainly been enough to keep Dorn and Briel riding some days. And still, Faedren claims that he's really not all that good of a cook. Sometimes, I believe he underestimates his own abilities. Then again, I suppose that's another part of his nature I find myself attracted to. If he was a hopeless egotist, I don't believe I'd have helped found this company, whether his sister was my friend and fellow apprentice or not. Ah, me. Another grand adventure, my love? I only hope that this grand adventure of yours is not the end to us all. ~ Amaya Silverblood ~


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