My friends finally made it back to town. I've laid low for the past week and met them in the inn, as we agreed, only to be greeted by terrible news. Not only has our friend Tristan fallen in battle, it seems that Sir Bryce also passed while I was away. I wish I would have known... I could have been here for him.
I am not sure if it was the drink or the joy at the return of my friends, but I found myself outside the town once again. Stupid. I knew there was nothing there, but I could sense it was near. It's always near.