Weisa — EP21 Journal

Yeah. Empty spaces surround me. While things have gotten back to their normal temple, here in Juramentum, the pockets of loss are still felt. I sense them at the gates to the city, where familiar faces are no longer greeting my passage. I feel them in the bakery, in the silence where Publius laughs once chimed. Sitting here in Figelis hut, the foul odor is missing, and for that I am grateful. But more importantly, its two patrons are merely echoes. Now mana swirls here, but its artists are far gone. Like painters who have abandoned their page, brushes are left with no hand to wield them. Here, it haunts me a bit to sit in this chair and feel this. The ship awaits us, though empty and ready to be filled by our crew. And after this venture, the blank spot on the map will be known and marked forever. What awaits us. I have only hopes that is better than what is predicted. I know empty spaces must be filled, and I will do my best to fill these spaces well. I pray Juramentum is met with good things during our departure, that the space we leave here will usher in newness, freshness, protection. That Griff holds his oath and Rutilius is successful in his quest. Off we go. May Coatl guide our sails, and may the mystery be good to us.