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[Eddard]

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Eddard Vahanian sat in the tavern with both hands wrapped around a mug of the taverns finest and strongest ale. He had made a resolution to quit drinking but found he could not stick to it. He was content with where he was at the moment and the way things had played out for him recently. A woman to hold, a place to call home, and new friends who happily trained with him nightly. Things had not gone according to plan but they had turned out well enough. Though there was something missing in his new life. He could not quite grasp what it was but deep inside he could feel there was something missing. Despite all the things he had he still wanted more. And anger was starting to fill the void of which something else was supposed to fill. He felt it growing there each day and pushed it back into the far reaches of his mind. What was wrong with him? He had everything he wanted and more,he desperately he hoped he would find, or it find him, that which would fill the void before it was to late. His mood had soured as he had sat there thinking silently to himself. So he downed the rest of the mug and stood. As he shouldered his way through the crowd to the door all could see the expression of anger playing across his features that he had once so easily been able to hide. Stepping out into the chill night he stared up into the star filled sky. "What is wrong with me?" He asked to no one.
"Your losing it!" A voice replied suddenly. He wheeled around searching for the person. Yet nothing was in sight but the road filled with ruts from wagon wheels and the tavern at his back. Suddenly he burst into laughter the sound echoing through the night. Maybe he was losing it, yet somehow he found it humorous. The laughter subsided and he struck out on the trail headed for home, his sour mood passing. "Yep." he said to himself. "I'm losing it!"