January, it's that time of month again... i wish i can be free, scale the moutains, fighting(running) golems and such.. instead i'm still here, withering like an old dog.. barking away neighbours and relatives. wait, i can leave this place. tonight the Shirefolk are gathering this huge party, and they'll expect me to give a grand speech. huh, i'll give them a speech, a grand spectacle. it'll be the start of my new adventure,. but not alone this time, there will be a companion, someone dear, my friend, my lover.. my PRECIOUS..
p/s : truthfully, i dunno wat to say.. i just hope for the best this year... (^^)