Guess who is back, laddie. You are right, your owner, your king and your master. To tell you the truth, I have never met anyone like you that could hold secrets this well... But then again.. I fear that you would spill all easily if you were captured.. I am keeping my eye on you.
What happens when you become the very boogeyman you grew up being told you were supposed to be afraid of? Lately I have heard rumours of how people see me and I tell you, one story is more fantastic than the other. Hardoleth, the killer of thousands and father of hosts! I am telling you, this lass told me what she had heard about me. And on top of those, slightly exaggerated rumours there is also rumours about me courting Lady Saeldith of House Thorongial! I have been told I am a man of the ladies and I am a killer... What kind of legacy will I leave? Maybe it is time to reveal part of my truth.... soon.. maybe I will ease the truth into it... It will be dangerous, and who would be able to understand. I am a monster.. Am I even sane? Considering some of my best friends are the voices in my head... I told this lass today that she had fallen in love with the same monster her mother warned her about, yet she did not seem to listen... I warned her.. I suppose I cannot do anymore than that.
And my hand is cramping up now... I was never really trained in this penwork... It is surprisingly hard compared to swordfighting, of course I was ever only of modest skill in that though..
