JULY 7TH 10:07 AM

Left Dref Dur. Restocked all provisions to maximum capacity, and now en route to the northern territories. I plan to remain there for the remainder of whatever time will pass, possibly indefinitely. I have sent messages to those who have taken heed to this group that has being going about the crowds after a certain artifact, and I can only take precaution as a means to avoid the outcome of their failure. This doesnt mean my old a** has given up, it just means I am tryin to be prepared in a sense that things arent lookin too bright. Then again, a recent memory tells me things will probably die down and thing will resume the usual if not change at all.

I need to get back to Roads End and speak with Dakki on some material, but due to the inevitability of my hiding out in the north will probably cause this not to come to fruition. Im tired these days, not of the whole ship deal, not of the conundrum of records and last wishes of an dead man, but just tired. Tired...tired. Kinda feel like I should retire while I am ahead most the time, maybe I am gettin old. With age comes beards, bitter drinks, and regrets. I already have two of those.

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Maybe I should grow a beard. Hell knows, my hair is grey from all the sunlight up here and the constant stress and howl of a certain black wind, who knows. I guess if I have time to contemplate facial hair growth, I guess I have time to better myself in other things. Probably should just head back to the station and bid those few folks farewell, maybe I should get a rope and tie it up good and thick, give myself a nice hang on the line...

I dunno anymore. I just want to be rid of all this, and the bottle is getting empty, and the company is cold. I guess this world will see me pass, in the bitter north of the rising sun.