Ramblings of an Old Woman Part 3

Heims 23rd, 10,016

My heart still aches. Thus is the life of a human, right? Who the hell ever volunteers for this?

I knew things would only get harder for them. This world is full of evil, despite the façade of peace and charity. Who else would watch over them? Who else to record the history for the future generations? Who else to make sure existence continues on? We were mistaken...We had discussed how easy it would be to just watch from afar. We said it would be so simple to keep our nose to the grind and not get involved. How could I? They are like....children to me. These children need more than someone to just watch. But 'just watch' is all we are allowed to do.

I watched time go by. Visitors come and go. Arguments resolve and love blossom. Seasons change and people grow. I mistakenly thought things might calm. How wrong I was. My tavern...the one fucking thing I had that was  a constant. Why couldn't she just listen to me? Why could that fucking mutt man listen? Now look at them. Destroyed alongside my home.

Had Barska and Aya and Stacy not come back, I would still be trying to piece the damn thing back together. You know what the worst part is? It's not really the tavern that has my heart and mind captured. The end is coming....will they be ready? Will they live? The only peace I have experienced in the past few days has been the quiet mutterings of dwarves as they argue among themselves. That can't be healthy.