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A Leathery Journal - (7th entry) A little peace and quiet.



I was born by a river, and just like that little river, I have been running ever since. From the watchmen. From scorned women. From death, who if I might add is a persistant bastard.. The patience he has taken to go after me is commendable. It is nice when a few easy days follow.

These few days has been nice and calm.. with few.. hiccups. Two oathbreakers has been punished for their crimes. Both understood why I had to do what I did. Yet I fear me punishing these oathbreakers, though with justice, might one day lead to my undoing. Some day one will come back, and I am not the soldier I once was. I am old and I am a cripple.. I suppose my charm is left though.. Well some of it. Oh! And we have finally moved into the new hall of the Bloody Dawn at 1st High Road, Towerglan. It is starting to come along nicely. I am contemplating a few name. The Bloody Hall, The Dawnhall or something along those lines.

Well.. I think this was my brain farting for now. Time to drink a little, maybe find a pretty little lass and whatever the night offers.