Healing...

17th of Othen, 2734.

I returned to town not an hour ago and already I notice the difference in people's glances. Immediatly they had me taken to the healers for an examination, and now I lay on a bed waiting for them to "drive the curse from my body". Appearently, they deduce that wether I was running into the woods of my own volition or ifI was truly chasing Soriel Daw, I am possessed either way. Whatever their beleifs truly be I do not worry, I knwo of the spell that they intend to cast, and it is harmless.

I have almost entirely worn out my welcome here anyway. I have decided to attempt to enter into the dwarven city. They may not be the most welcoming, but they keep records efficiently, and carve them into stone. Maybe I can find some reference to Soriel in their histories.

After that, north, to any of the major cities. Maybe I will stop by Copperstone on the way, see if their small library has anything. They may have heard news about the witch killing. I guess now is as good a time as any to follow the leads of the Emissarian.