The past week has been rather… eventful. While stomping around in a huff, I bumped into a fellow traveller on the road. Goes by the name of Scarile something-or-other. That name just doesn’t flow, unlike mine. Aeriella… Aeriella… see how it rolls off your tongue? Having the right name is very important. Didn’t know the old man had it in him to give me such a pretty name. I should thank him for that, I suppose.

He's a shorter than I am, and he looks pretty harmless. Just an ordinary adventurer. Doesn't look like he can fight too well. He's been staring at me since we met. It was rude of him to stare, but I can’t blame him. He was probably bowled over by my beauty. Mentioned that I was heading to Angmore, and since he’s heading in that direction, decided that some company would help alleviate the boredom.

I wonder if he’s the one who’s been following me around?