"This, the 3rd day of Brae, and 950th year of Doz-re'alm Ajos (or as the Kenarians refer to as Betus Periodum - 2nd Age)...
We are in a season of renewal here in Pairlu. The gardens around the College of Natural Science, my home, are rapidly approaching their full splendor. The air is humid, but sweet. And society lingers outside longer, sipping Querum and discussing politics... about Balbo's idea of diplomatics with the Kenarians, no doubt. They consider him too cautious - to the point of cowardice, even. But they have hot tempers and little patience. Balbo will do what he considers best.
Listen to me talk thus... In my youth, I would have joined them, I suppose. I was not so different from them. Was I not a student, as they are now, with the same passion for knowledge and progression? Naye... I was more. My passion for knowledge tip-toed on the verge of lust. In truth, I was the steersman of those conversations.
That is, I dare say, why I am where I am today. Why I now sit alone at my window, merely viewing the evening activities. Why I now live each day, and each moment of each day, longing for her...my young wife.
Oh, the longing is enough to decay my soul! What I wouldn't give to have her back...!
But I did give, and now I live with the regret of that as well...
It is late now. My wandering mind makes it difficult for me to sleep anymore... I must put aside these thoughts again, and resume some level of sanity. There will be students at my door in too short of time."
