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I haven't written for a while, I haven't had much to say... Young Eason's death really got to me.
Of all the lost comrades and friends down the years, his loss seemed the most pointless.The lad lit up the place, his passion and loyalty and enthusiasm rubbed off on us all and alas, Gregor's health has taken a turn for the worse since the boy has been gone. In truth, it's only the love of Aries that has kept me from an even deeper melancholy.
Our ranks dwindle, whilst the orcish warbands swell. The Militia and Vesperians barely venture from their borders. The weather is bleak, times are hard.The baron and his staff have retreated once more to the colonies and again, I'm left to question my duty and my place within it all.
I've missed out on a lot in life and I never regretted it. Never regretted being a soldier and serving Cove but I don't want to miss out on making memories with the lass... Before it's too late. There's plenty of life left in the old dog yet but the dog is indeed getting old.
I think it's time to retire. To live out the rest of my life without grime and blood and gristle on my hands.
I hope my fellows will forgive me.
