*Pages are torn and bent, because Blince carries this everywhere he goes when he leaves his house.*
So... After speaking to many people who -keep- saying I should deal with Bianca and Triche’s death. I’m going to write this book, with my thoughts, memories and other such things. This book... although you would think it’s for me. It’s for any family, if there are any more Kolten’s out there, to read. First I’ll start with what I’m currently ready to talk about it, that would be what happend... after they died. The day after I ran, I took what I could that reminded me of the family... and ran. I’m not proud that I buried them and left... I’m not. But I did it, and I’ve to deal with it. I went.. some direction I don’t even remember, but I went that way and didn’t stop, next thing I saw was the great Gondorian city, ‘Minas Tirith’. I approached the gates and jumped onto one of the caravan’s, sneaking in and scaring the heck out of the trader who saw me hop out.
I ran away when he called the guards, hopped some buildings and got to the poor district. I lived out my few first days there working for a smith who needed someone to move the bars for him. After working for him he gifted me with a sword, I carried it proudly and left his service. My first thought was to be a guard, but the fact that I had already been in a run in with them. I decided against it. I went to the Inn there, I don’t even remember the name. There was a brawl breaking out, or I could see it was going to. There was this Gondorian man, huge with scars all over his face. Wearing leather armour but showing his arms, just as scarred if not more than his face. But what was causing the ruckus was the drunk, for the sake of ease, let’s call him ‘Tim’. Tim wanted to know what the tattoo on his shoulder meant, I saw it and stopped dead in my tracks. I lifted my own shoulder to show the similar tattoo, although mine was a shield with a horse on it. His... was a Wolf, that meant... he was ‘Blood thirsty’. I had never met someone with that tattoo before, but I knew what it meant.
Tim kept pestering him till the ‘Wolf’ stood up and drew his sword. I called out “Oi! Leave him alone!” and the ‘Wolf’ looked at me, he smirked and clucked his tongue. “And if I don’t? What will you do? Blindy?”. I rubbed my unusable scarred eye and glared at him and drew my blade. “Well, guess you either sit down or find out.” And he did. I sat next to him after he beckoned me and bought me a drink even. We chatted about many things... His name was “Loghain Rayne”. The closest friend I’ve ever had.
