A new beginning, a pilgrimage

 I sit here on the eve of this pilgrimage having not set ink to paper for many long years. Why 'tis been 7 long years since my Lady perished and I was sent on that most fateful trip to the convent. 
I never arrived. The bandits who robbed our party and slew my "chaperones" have my undying gratitude for saving me from a life of boredom and drudgery - as if being "assistant dog walker" to my Lady wasn't drudgery enough! 
I stumbled to the shore and found Alfhild the Trader who had pulled to shore to trade with the convent only to find the English camped there awaiting a chance to march on the young Duke's forces. As Alfhild needed a sail mender and another pair of hands, and I needed a way to get out of Brittany, we came to terms. I worked at her holdings in the Danelands for a year and then she moved her holdings. We set out for the shores of northern most Brittan, but a violent and fierce storm blew us far off course. After many, many long days with nothing but sea to behold, we landed upon these great Trimarian shores. Alfhild saw no reason to stay, and after replenishing her stores and tending to her ships and household, packed up and set out once more. I honestly do not believe she will ever find a place to suit her wandering nature, but I wish her every boon. 

So, I sit here. I have chosen to stay and answer the call of this Trimarian King and Queen who call for pilgrims to help them as they make their own pilgrimage to seek guidance at the start of their rule. I seek to find if I have a place in this Trimaris,  and if so what it might be? Alfhild was kind enough to leave me well supplied for my own journeys. I simply have to go, and to walk, and to contemplate my place in this world.