Maybe I'm a fool. But I've attached myself to some people in my travels. I am not the strangest one in the room anymore. Not by a long shot. It's comforting, in a way. I was the "exotic Half-Elf" in my home town, everyone gawking at me and whispering as I walked past. It was easier just to avoid other people. Now, I've been forced out of my shell. And maybe that's not such a bad thing.
I feel I owe the Elf an apology. I'm not so good at things like that, though. Still, I think I've been wrong in my assumptions. I can see that all Elves are not quite like what I'd imagined. It even makes me wonder what my father might be like, and whether or not the picture I'd painted of him, in my mind, was true.
But the Elf, Ice, he's actually somewhat decent. He was kind to the ghost; kind to that frivolous Halfling lady, and he travels in good company. His friend, Raynar, was very chivalrous, making sure to cover me with his shield, though I did have to crouch a bit because of his height…
Now "Red", as he calls himself, I may have been way off about him, too. He may be even more insane than I originally thought. He's cunning and chaotic… and a fan of women's finery, apparently? What was I thinking? When a man, who's only about as tall as half of my leg, sporting a skull (of all things) on his face, offers me a ration, did I believe that it would be a good idea to take it, and to follow him into town? Was I really that desperate for company? And now, he seems to think it's a good idea to boss me around. The nerve! I have to keep reminding myself that I can make my own decisions and am not his sidekick. And yet… he does make me laugh, and I haven't had a really good laugh, not in a long time. Do I deserve to laugh, though? That, I don't know. But, if I'm going to be punished for my deeds, it will come soon enough, and I won't spend the time I have left ruminating over it.