I realise that most of you will laugh,
and consider this post and myself foolish
and not worthy of reading. But I am going
to pen it anyway, for my own reasons and
sense of need

This month Rinoa stole something of
great personal value to me. Were it gold,
of which I've no great wealth, I would not
bother. I would consider it a lesson learned
But Rinoa took that which cannot be replaced,
my pendant of Nature.
A gift and symbol of my Mother Gaia from when
I was a proud memeber of Her Order, and with
that my trust and faith of strangers and
city dwellers.

I am not much of a merchant as a druid,
I have never possesed much gold as some in
all my years. But I was almost always available
to those who sought me for a ressurection, or
refills. I can no longer do this. I can
no longer put faith in those I do not know.
I can no longer respond to shouts or tells.
for a grove rezz from those who have not
earned my trust, until my faith in mortals
returns.



Penned by my hand on the 11th of Sarapin, in the year 358 AF.