I wandered into the General Store today and saw this little book of parchment bound with twine and dried leaves... The shopkeeper called this book a "journal". It is something one keeps their thoughts in...
These days have seen a more melancholy side of me. Gone are my carefree days as a young druidess wandering about adventuring... I have settled into my old age with grace, I believe, My bones do ache and my stride is not what it once was. Fortunately, I have my faith, my staff and a place to come and rest my old bones when I need to move away from the tension in the halls of the Guardians and clear my mind.
I surely hope that this here book will become as trusted a friend as my staff and just as needed.
Penned by my hand,
Taryn, Priestess of Chauntea