A diary written by Myfa Rhonwen, former ambassador and envoy.
How I managed to get stuck on this godsforsaken island I will never know. I'm miserable here, forced to do the bidding of a small-minded fool. At this rate I'm not sure if I will ever get back to the life I deserve.
Alder prattled on and on about Akara again last night. I sat there and smiled, pretending to be interested in his god. I've got news for you Alder, Akara doesn't give a damn about you. If anything, this Akara is probably laughing at seeing these little simpletons dance around trying to keep him happy.
I suppose Paddy is okay. We are quite good friends, he's just a little obsessed with that keep. To be honest, living at the keep would be something more befitting my station, I just don't know if we'll ever be able to chase off the monsters there.
Zefwyn could probably help us out, but all he cares about are his shipwrecks. I swear sometimes I think he's more comfortable around dead bodies than live ones. At least he has the right idea though, trying to make something out of this life.
Cillian on the other hand... well in another life the two of us would probably be close. It's not that we haven't spent a few nights sleeping under the same tent, it's just that we're from two different worlds. Still, he'll do for now.
I can only hope that one day I'll be able to travel the world again and be received at the finest courts in the land. Although even that may be impossible, after the debacle I made between us and the Tuatha. I severely misjudged Gadflow.
Perhaps it would be better for me to spend some time in a different part of the world. Just one that is hopefully more civilized. Until then, suffer this island I must.