Gazing at the stars

My apologies for messing with the continuity, I had wrongly assumed the party had started. This post falls in line with the current continuity, I'll work in the latter post later.

It was not long after the group of adventurers had left the sewers that Talathel had slipped away. He did not say a word, he just slipped into the shadows of one of the more stable looking buildings in Baldur's Gate. His pockets were full of gold (at least, for him they were full of gold. The elf had spotted the price of an amulet that would make him slightly better in fights, but it was still out of his price range) but he only cared for one thing: the ring with the green gem.

It was not her ring, it could not be. But, it was close enough to being her ring that it brought back memories from before the monastery. The elf clutched the ring to his chest and worked his way through the city. He went past the park where he and Darvin had gone to when they first arrived in the city. He did not stop to reflect.

Weaving his way through the back alleys of the city, Talathel found himself at the back gate of the city. He gave a feeble wave to a guard and exited.

He did not go for from the city. He climbed a nearby high rise, one that gave him a good view of the ocean. Tired from his adventures, he meditated.

"I wish you well on your adventures..." Time had worn away the memories of her face, but Talathel recognized the voice. He wished that the angelic voice would stop talking, for he knew all to well how the rest of the conversation went. "...I can't go with you. Father would never allow it."

Talathel brought himself out of the meditative state. He looked out over the sea, trying in vain to see The Moonshae Isles. She would be there, living her life.

Finding the view of the ocean frustratingly captivating, he set about starting a fire. It was tiring work, but eventually he was able to rub a few sticks together to make a flame. By adding some relatively dry brush he was able to grow the fire. It was modest, but adequate. With the fire steadily burning, he went out in search of food. He spotted a deer nearby. He picked up a rock and threw it at the creature. The attempt worked better than he thought, as the rock hit the deer in the head, and the beast fell to the ground. Using his kama, he prepared the animal and soon after began to cook the meat.

He spent the next few days tending to the fire and gazing out into the ocean. Every now and again, his mind tricked himself into thinking that it could see the islands. He took this as his cue to meditate, which he did. He continued to hear her voice, but never see her face.

"Its probably for the best," the elf thought. He had never been to the Moonshae Isles, but she had talked about it often. That was where she wanted to be, or at least where her father had wanted her to be. A lot of elves born on the mainland had yearned to go to the islands. Talathel had wanted to see the world, and ended up in a monastery instead.

At the end of the eighth day, Talathel allowed the fire to burn itself out. He came back down the hill and went back into the city. He poked around the market, not entirely sure what he was looking for.

He explored the pier, and on more than one occasion considered stowing away on an outgoing boat with hopes that it would take him to the Moonshae Isles. He decided against it, but never gave himself a reason.

Talathel kicked a rock into the sea and headed towards Hring's house.

"I'll find you, someday."