Guile Journal Entry #0 (Foreword to Mystra)

 Dear Mystra,

Seeing as I don’t know where you are, and therefore can not properly write back to you, I am putting this expression of my feelings in the first page of my brand new journal. I saw this blank leather-bound notebook on sale while I accompanied Nilsa to the marketplace, and it reminded me of you.
The clothes shop had a similarly sentimental effect on me. I still wear the faded purple dress you offered from your wardrobe, for though I’m sure it was no great sacrifice to you, it was the first thing I’ve ever worn that wasn’t foisted upon me by The Bloodbound.
I will undoubtedly wear many beautiful dresses in my life, but I don’t think any will be quite as beautiful to me.

In many ways, you proved a muted reflection of home; the unapologetic pride and the strict rules that have guided my life since I was born. But while Maria had turned cruel and uncaring, your harsh exterior seemed to me a thin veil hiding noble intentions and a good heart.

I don’t know what to say beyond that. Despite the short time we’ve known each other, I feel more alone than ever now that you’ve gone. But you have undoubtedly faced greater loneliness and prevailed, and that gives me something to follow… like a set of footprints left in the snow.

Speaking of snow, last night I met a tabaxi, who is to join our party on a voyage north. She is very pretty, but she is also talkative, childlike, and utterly unpredictable. You would probably hate her, but I’ll try and make something of her. Then, if we should meet again in the future, you won’t find the girl completely unbearable. 

Until then, I suppose this is goodbye. Wherever you may be, in this world or the next, I hope you find unending happiness.

Signed, your loyal friend and companion,
- Guile