Poe's Journal Entry
A smell dried flower is pressed between the pages, the imprint of where it had dried still evident against the ink on the page.I have been thinking…our issues with Crycreed. I have avoided most contact with him. I am unsure he even knows who I am really. Perhaps this could be used to our advantage? I will do whatever I need to if it means securing safety for the crew.
In my excitement of realizing this, I ran off to the ship to speak with some about it. I arrived to find a few talking. I was relieved to see Daevien….why does it feel like it has been ages since we could just sit and speak? I saw Ace briefly. He…he didn’t seem mad at all. If anything, Ace look tired. My head started to throb as we spoke, I felt like there was so much more simmering below the surface of his words. Was this what E-Sumi-Yan meant? I was suddenly exhausted. When Ace left, I wanted to simply sleep. Was I feeling what he was? I am confused by all of this. I want to pull Ace aside and speak to him, I am still haunted at his statement. I don’t want it to be one hundred years before we talk.
When Daevien announced he was off to rest, I had originally planned to speak to S’anhu quickly, but in light of the exhaustion and the pounding headache, I quickly followed behind him. He let me know he would be heading out for a trip. I will admit I was hurt, I finally see him and he is headed out again. I suppose that is how life works though. Once in our room I quickly fell asleep. I awoke this morning and he had headed out. I am not sure when he plans on returning.
I plan to run a quick route up to the Shroud but will return later, I caught wind from Relan that Mota had been in Limsa looking for me. I am not sure what she wants. I can only guess that some of the responsibilities have been handed off to her now. I am surprised she is not with child yet, considering my mother’s intentions when I left.
