At what point do one's own integrity surpass that of your desire for coin.? When does your hate of a person grow so strong that you refuse to earn their riches? This... filthy, dark-skinned from who knows where, I so wished to put a sword right through his throat then and there, and when I finally tried to grab him by the throat he simply dodged it...
The man who hired us to find these Whitrose girls, he wants us to capture them and bring them to him at the old Ridge Estate. I want to pull out his lungs through his mouth and strangle him with them, but alas coin comes first and he does pay well. The sooner we catch the girls, the sooner I am rid of that foul creature.
I feel like a whore, just closing my eyes letting it be done with. I despise the man, but nonetheless I take his coin. I suppose my greed surpasses my pride. The more I think about it, the madder I get!
Look at me whining in this leathery book like a little girl losing her piece of pie. Before the end I will kill that man. I will kill that man, and I will burn this damned book! Why do I write all this down, is insanity on paper better or worse than keeping it in my mind...
