Leather lad, I am Hardoleth in case you did not know. I do not like you, and from what you learn I doubt you like me, yet we have to work together to preserve us both. No one wants a used journal and no one wants a mad sellsword.
So... apparently I am courting a noble lady.. Lady Saeldith Thorongial, well that is what I have been told. Funny considering the lady seems to despise me at most times. She is a pretty lady it is not that, but I am a mere bastard from Beggar's Alley. I hope she does not expect a declaration of love from me... Too many nice looking lasses has seemed to be charmed by me, and honestly I do not understand it... I am a beaten, battered, old, crippled, low- and bastardborn sellsword from Beggar's Alley. Well that is too much of a chance to be squandered nonetheless. Ladies here I come! Seems like madness run deep within this town if I am considered a fine man.
Well it is nice to know there is options for when I retire and settle down, which I have not fully decided when will be, but that is all for now leadley.
