Seahaven has left its mark on me. Out of all things that had first to happen to me upon entering, maybe this is the worst. Then again, death is always there. Perhaps preferable though in sight of losing my supplies.
I was robbed. Kindly enough, they left me only beaten, not dead. My supplies are gone though, most of my money (I had a few shillings kept in my pockets - they only searched my satchel), and my feelings of Seahaven; diminished. I am not as hopeful as I once was, and yet I can take comfort in the fact that this was an unbiased, simple robbery. Nothing more, nothing less. Had it been an attack for what I have done, they probably would have driven an axe across my neck and I would have seen no more.
Therefore, I am thankful.
But my supplies! All are gone, and if I am to have food to last me, I can hardly go out and rebuy them. My best bet is to try and find slight work around the city once I recover completely (I currently lay in a hospital bed as I write this). Then, I can start to rebuild my funds, and eventually get my things back.
Melchior be with me through the dark times which are bound to come.
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