Dear Journal,
Today I found a Radayn dealer in the pony. I would've taken him back to Lord Gerwolf's hall but there were too many watchful eyes about. Instead I told him to give this Maalon a message, I told him to tell him that I, Emion Dourthe, was coming for him. This Maalon sickens me yet I will not underestimate him. The use of Radayn to inflict harm on the common population may be sick but as sick is it is I must admit that it is genius, I am not dealing with some common Bandit Lord here... no this goes much deeper than that. Though what I need to find out is how much deeper so I may deal with him appropriately.
On a lighter note I also spoke with the woman who save my life. She spoke of her desire to buy a ranch and raise horses. I plan to aid her in such a task as best as I can, it is a good opportunity for me to get my name flowing around Bree, something Lord Gerwolf will like no doubt. The more reputable I am the more I can sell for him, therefore I may earn more. One of these days I plan to have my own house... but that day is far in the future.
Now I must sleep I fear, I need to gather all my strength for on the morrow I ride to the Pony to ask more about these dealers and then from there into Combe where I hear it is rumored that this Maalon resides. If he knows what is best for him,he will not underestimate me and my little birds. No more than I will not underestimate him, this is nasty business this is. But then again... it's what I live for.
