If I told you a secret that I've never told anyone before, will you keep it?
That's a funny thing about having a friendship with a non-living object. Whenever I ask you a question, you don't answer. So I have to answer for you. Isn't that fun? See, just another question you aren't going to answer me.
Anyways, I have to tell someone, or something, this thing. It has been preventing me from sleeping for a while now. It started when I first came to Bree, I had only lived here for a day or two and not even Maydawn knew I was in Bree. I had been having trouble with rats taking the little food I had, so I decided to make a type of poison that would kill them off. It was night when I finally finished the poison and I returned to the little area I kept my food on the streets. Suddenly a man crept from the shadows behind me and attempted to attack me. The man was clumsy and obviously drunk, so I moved out of his dagger's way. This left him unbalanced and he tripped falling onto the phial of poison I had sitting on the ground. The glass shattered, cutting up his face and the poison managed to get into his blood stream immediately. It was a fairly quick death considering what type of poison I had, lasting only three hours. Though I assumed him being drunk helped hurry along the death. I tried to save him until the last hour, and in the end all I could do was watch the light fade from his eyes.
I am not able to forgive myself for that. It was my poison who had killed that man, a complete stranger who just happened to have too much to drink. For all I knew he had children and a wife who never knew what happened to him. And what was worst is I couldn't save him, I was powerless despite all my healing abilities. It is something that I have been too afraid to tell someone, and perhaps someday I will. But for now, I feel guilt for the man's death.
