It actually worked! Well… almost. Dorian has been teaching us how to bridge the gap between worlds, and earlier today I actually found myself in the Professor’s research camp.
Apparently, he had made it back before us, but must have left long ago. Quintin will be pleased to know he survived. Assuming he will even register being told.
I just looked at my last entry, I hadn’t realized how long it has been. I guess I should fill in the details for posterity,if nothing else.
After a few days of travel, we were overtaken by the hunters. In the confusion, Quintin and I fled into the woods, and immediately became lost. We wandered for a couple weeks barely scrapping by before Dorian and his men found us. At first, we thought they were more barbarians, but it was entirely moot, as neither of us had the strength to fight.
They took us in, and cared for us, asking for an exchange of information. These people hold stories in as high regard as our own. That was before Quintin shut down. After time passed and we became essentially part of the tribe, Dorian decided we should learn the way of his people.
This meant creating bridges. Of course, we didn’t believe him at first, but he proved it to us. Quintin took it as almost blasphemy. He refuses to speak or leave his tent, and won’t eat more than is required to live. I on the other hand took to the lessons eagerly. I could never pass up the opportunity to learn to create like the scribes of old.
This would completely revolutionize our work as scholars. Of course it took me a week to recreate am existing bridge from memory. A new one will take forever.
Copyright G.B. Gillean 2015