(Written presumably during the downtime in Shivya)
While I have become somewhat fond of these interesting acquaintances of mine, they cannot quell my longing to return home.
I do not regret what I did there, even though under that bastard’s reign I was forced to flee. My life was good there. Not overly nice, but I had no complaints. Funding the insurrection was the best thing I’ve done in this simple life of mine.
Varkinstasz nowadays can only be described as a place of open war. I had hoped that through my help along with the help of other merchants, we could force those who reside in the far north out of power, but sadly we only strengthened their resolve.
The far north says it fights for the commoners, but the commoners underestimate the consequences this war will bring.