Day: Unknown
Location: Cloud Nine/Forgotten Knight
I woke up today. The old man that found me said it was a blessing by the Twelve that I was alive. The old man, an elezen by the name of Remi Pinsonneault (I wonder if I spelled that right), informed me that I had been asleep for the better part of a moon. He had no idea how I found my way to the Gates of Judgement with two broken arms, one broken leg, and over a half- dozen fractured ribs and seven hells I couldn't give him a reason. When Remi inquired about my name all I could respond with was, "I don't know."
It's more than just my name though. Who I am, or rather was, before my deep sleep is a mystery to me. Looking in the mirror I can discern that I'm a miqo'te with green eyes and tan skin built for arid deserts of Thanalan. Mayhaps I challenged a nuhn for control over the tribe and lost horribly? Mayhaps still I crossed the wrong member of some Ul'dahn family. Seekers have a surname of....what was it....Tia? That sounds right.
Remi says I can stay in Ishgard for the time being...told me my room had been taken care of for as long as I need it. I don't know if he fronted the coin or not but I intend to repay him for saving my life. He also gave me a small leather journal to, as he put it, have a physical copy of my memories. I wish I had something like this on me before hand. Head's beginning to hurt now...I wonder what they have for food here.
- For now, Tia
