I began to walk down the cobblestone path leads away from what once was my Estate. There was complete silence, except for the heavy foot falls of my boots, and an occasional rush of wind blowing through the trees of Vendara.I begin to recognize certain people in places and things as a rush of childhood memories came over me. This early in the morning, the bakers and the blacksmith's we're all beginning to work on their orders and fulfill the needs that the other citizens had brought to them. I did stop by to speak with them both as I remember them fondly they are well up in years and continue their craft just like they did oh so long ago after all of the places that I've been, I believe this is the happiest that I've been since I was here before. I haven't yet made my journey to see mother, as a scribe. She is always so busy and I certainly don't want to impose. To be honest, I'm not sure how I will be received.every boy becomes a free man will always need his mother, any time or distance to change never never changes that. It's nice to be home.