Erol Journal: Thanalan, 9 years ago
I've taken in another ward.
It's been a month since she left, everything feels too quiet and empty without her. Even in the city, the noise of the crowd and the business of the markets can't draw me in because my mind is always on her. I eat, I work, I eventually sleep, but I can't stop my mind from remembering her face, her mouth as she said the last words she'd say to me. So I've taken in a new ward.
Ikrair is what they're called. Just a child, I don't even know how they've managed so far. I found them in Vesper Bay, they were working at one of the stalls and it was getting to be sunset. I was surprised to see a Xaela child, especially alone. The stall keeper seemed more interested in packing up and retiring at the Waking Sands than worrying about the child who had been assisting her.
I felt compelled to ask them, "Where will you sleep tonight?" "I will beg for my supper," they answered. "Then I'll find a place to sleep, wherever this will get me," they showed me the few coins they had earned that day. The way they said it, it was clear that they had grown familiar and resigned to surviving like this. I didn't hesitate: I offered to take them with me. My shop is sturdy, it's safe and quiet. I told them that I hated the idea of leaving one of my own behind.
A lie. All this time, I've avoided other Xaela living in this land. So far I've been lucky to have only brushed past a few in the last handful of years and when they've tried to greet me in our mother tongue, I've stridently answered back in fluent Common and kept going. But a child can't help who they are, and this one is very quiet; I don't mind making an exception for them.
On our way from Vesper Bay, to Black Brush Station, they told me a little - a very little, they're almost mute in how quiet they are - about themselves. Their name is Ikrair. They were born to the Mol tribe, thirteen years ago. Older than I thought at first, they're so small. A fever broke out and their father became sick, sicker than what healing could cure. The tribe pooled together enough food and trade goods to send the family to Reunion, and then from there to Kugane, to seek a chirugeon that might help. Something went wrong - they would not say what - and they were separated. They wouldn't tell me how they came to Thanalan or what happened to their parents and brother. Maybe I'll find out in time, but for now, it's enough to know that they will be safe.
For myself, I'm happy that someone else will be in the shop with me. We are both bleeding from wounds we don't want to show one another, but I know my healing will go faster now that I have a purpose in taking care of them. Slowly, I will put her to rest in my heart. Someone needs me again. However long they stay, I'm glad I found them.
(Excerpt from one of Erol's journals)