Dreams from Old

Faren has been getting on my nerves again. A new woman nearly every day and he inevitably looses them to his own faults. He’s as blind as Kormir with none of the sight. I wasn’t going to go visit the statue today but Faren drove me out of Salma with his incessant womanising. It’s unfortunate that the plaza is next to the district, I would have loved to have put some distance between me and there but Divinity’s Reach is a haven and I should not question the founders. I sat with my back against the wall facing the statue, so intricately carved yet I don’t believe that the faces are true. How can you ever know the true identify of a god, only what they have shown you, or what you believe, truth is always veiled by illusion. The Seraph guard to my right was nearly dozing off and the Priest well, didn’t seem all there. Perhaps it’s just me. I don’t know what I was expecting really, maybe a sign, a voice on the wind, perhaps even noticing someone in the crowd that didn’t fit. There were a couple of children, one Sylvari and concerned parents but nothing more. I felt a little isolated there, which was nice, my own little world with my back to its wall. The sun passed overhead and people moved on. The guard had been shouted at by his superior for falling asleep and the priest had wandered off somewhere. I stared deeply into the twins’ faces, trying to read something I don’t know, I must have fallen asleep, a dream, a fantasy but they spoke.