Our last job was a mess... We took the girls to where we were supposed to take them without flaw, but once having arrived, Hardoleth did not trust this man's intentions. For good reason, because this was a man of Angmar. Angmar, that land of shadow, darkness, and death. As large as Hardoleth's love for coin is, he still has a consciense, and he would not surrender these two girls to them. We took the gold outside, and after several minutes of threats, Angmarim soldiers marched in.
Three heroic fools rushed in, Briannon's lover among them. The fool caused a clogging in the hallway, leaving me, a man whom I later found out was named Gaerhador, and one another of the Bloody Dawn itself, to fend off the Angmarim, which was a succes. We left eventually, and took the girls. I had to knock Briannon out, for the Valar's sake, because she was clinging to Robwin, and Robwin was clinging to her. Understandable I suppose, after such a experience. I never agreed to doing this, and I was glad Hardoleth surrendered the girls. Because even after all this time, the only reason I am in the company of sellswords, is because Lady Oldiss asked me to.
And now, that reason is slowly fading away.
