I fear we are beginning to be a wee bit too familiar to each other... I would never have thought I had this many thoughts.. Drinks, women, coin, food.. I used to believe that was it.
I fear I am growing arrogant, arrogant in my judgement, arrogant in my love and arrogant in my disciplining... Yesterday I killed a lad in the Pony.. he did not even manage to get his hand to his blade before he tipped backwards and fell on the ground. Blood flowing from his throat as I prayed a little prayer for his peace... He had kidnapped Nimeway, and I did offer him the chance to give back the ransom and go.. yet.. he just would not listen, asking ''Who are you to demand anything of me?'' I do not know what to answer him, I do not know who I am... or what. People tell me different things. Am I arrogant to enjoy the whispers I hear of me? I just slit that boy's throat... ''By whatever life you may have lead, May you now find peace in death. And now a red dawn rises."
This lass, Neyaa, has been whispering in my ear. I fear her words might poison my mind, though strangely I do not mistrust her, despite catching her lying...
Oh, love.. I am starting to ramble like an old woman while she is knitting... I should lay down the pen and journal for today. Night little one.. We will meet again.
