Salin's Journal: Antoni-NO

I'm afraid that I insulted my friend. If I were to be honest with myself, I think my anger toward Antonio amounts to jealously. We can't seem to find a town or an adventure where he doesn't have an old flame. We were attacked by a pirate ship.  A pirate ship, mind you,  and guess what?  Antonio's got an old girlfriend ON THE PIRATE SHIP.  

I, on the other hand, have no one. The only woman I ever loved is gone. The whole ordeal was foolish on my part. She was a princess.  She was lovely, kind, true, just.  I'm a thieving little gnome.  And now she is gone.  I don't know how I let my heart run away like that. Not only was she unobtainable, but here's the part that really stings; I never found the the courage to tell her how I felt. And now she is gone.  I'm glad she is happy, because that's what I wanted most for her. I had talked to the great masters and had planned on trading my entire fortune for a new set of wings for her, just so she'd be happy. And now she is gone. She made me have more courage than I knew I had. And now she is gone.

Which brings me back to Antonio. He seems to be a suitor swimming in a sea of eager and available women. He's got two of them on this stinking ship. Seeing him bounce between Guile (who I think has feelings for him) and an old-flame-slaver was just too much, and I made a hurtful suggestion to Guile, hoping to cheer her odd mood up a little. 

I will say that it was a good disguise and I think I carried it off well. But seeing Antonio's face makes me think I cut a little too close to home. I'm sure I'll have to apologize at some point. However, I think I may have saved him from some sort of trouble at The Cutlass. I don't know who that person was, but Antonio looked really uncomfortable and the little mayhem session that Guile and I were able to create gave Antonio the chance to split. 

I'm sure A. and I will be fine. He's a noble man, if not a little more forward than I like, but he's true, and that's saying something. 

From the ground below where the rock gnomes dwell

To the skies above, and in the ocean's swells 

There is beauty to be found wherever you look 

but none like Mystra, my heart she took