It's seems I've wandered away from my path. Maybe just a little detour, but I've returned now.
Finally I met Lord Garod, with some surprise, since he's been away for some time now. He's reappearance brings something more, because he's not the only one from times long gone that I hear of returning. I feel something stirring in the shadows and I still have a little quest to finish.
Troubled times await us, much will change, but I believe we will thrive. There's much to be gain when the tides change.

What a night. Those people in Swagers are getting crazier. I just went for a quiet drink and Gia started with a crazy talk that some gnome bit some girl and that I was a vampire, and that Lady Jade threatened her. After this she tried to burn me, poison me and even puling out my teeth. Fortunately there were sain people about, because if she had convinced a mob I would be in trouble.
I wonder if this is a new strategy for gathering costumers? I think they will not have much luck.

The family is groing... and that's and good thing, but a laborious one. The roles have to be assigned and discioline maintained. For this Fargo was assigned the command of the House Guardians and invited me to be is 2nd in command, wich I've accepted.
Some of our members begun to behave in a peculiar fashion, drawing undesired attention towards us and I confess that the peacing of Vad made an impression on me.
Will I be able to control myself? Or...

The preparations of the island are going well, and we had our first guests to visit. On a most vile manner a small band of Orcs took advantage of our distration and tried to take over the Mage School. Fargo and myself, tooked by surprise while trying to keep the guests safe, were unable to expell the foul beings and had to receive treatment at the hospital.

After this discomforting incident, the lesson Gwen prepared to us was most welcome. It was, for certainty, a way to lower my conceit, as a finer warrior I haven't met than Gwen. I will now meditate upon her teachings and train harder, during a self-imposed seclusion.

Training and meditation have taken me to a smal dweling, where I met an old man. Imediatly I recaled my previous quest, and inquired this person about the man named Frederick Vaughan. Strangely enough, I recieved answers this time. Following the directions I reached a small farm. It was deserted and I waited a while, before someone came. I confronted this man with the informations I had and after revealing my birth mark he confirmed that I was in fact the soon he believed dead.
His account about what happened to my mother left me very disturbed and I got really angry knowing that he could have helped, but didn't, claiming that he was following the Virtues.
A rage come over me and when I looked again the man was dead in a pool of his own blood.
I left, living behind a white and silver book the code of knights.

The shame...
After so long contemplating the stones and trees, I grew careless and allowed a spineless thug to make havoc on the island.
Mylady was right being upset...
Time to unrust these bones and polish the skills.