Last night was one of the first nights I didn't go hunting in a long long time. I went to reassume my security duties at the River Bend Jam in Rielig Steppes. Nice to see everyone in their party clothes. As always security was interesting. Had three close calls in one night. The movers and shakers were definitely out.

Strange to find myself allied with D. against a loud mouth bounty seeker.

Strange to talk down a drunken human who can't discern reality.

Strange to watch J walk away when she seemed at one point to be a friend.

It was nice to wear the finer clothes that I hadn't aired out, but the permutations of chance last night almost made me sick to my stomach. I saw so many paths, so many lost opportunities. I'm glad I didn't take out my sabacc deck or I don't know that I could have remained outwardly calm.

Events are running too quickly. I need to destroy this accursed item and I feel that I'm running out of time. I am not and have never been a 'light' person without darkness. But it seems the road I'm destined to walk has turned into a blade between the two choices.

I suppose everyone feels that way. I wonder if they have bleeding feet?