Well what have we here little one? A journal of sorts? Perhaps I should not have read this, but it was left lying in a drawer, under your clothing, I can not see why any objection would be raised?
I have no time for brothers really, and truth be told I would rather you were not born, there are enough of us bastards already, one more to share our fathers scant love is most unwelcome, especially a son, father's love their son's far more than their daughters after all. Perhaps not ours, I do not think he loves any of us, but that does not make him bad, he owes us nothing, and you should expect nothing from anyone in this life brat, and you will avoid many of life's disappointments.
I had thought to smother you at first, save you some pain, but Neyaa rarely let's you out of her sight. I can hear her singing in the other room, something seems to have made her happy these day's. What use are you brother? You drool, you wail, you scream, you piss and shit and not much else. Do not smile at me brother, appealing as it may be, ah, you have our father's eyes.
Now what has she written? Sentiment and false accounts, you shall hear the truth of these men from me. Blince Kolten is an arrogant man, he called me the village horse, the nerve of him.
The Grey Warden is to be avoided, he is a surly man, and under no circumstances touch that bow of his, his face turns red. I have known orcs smile more than he does. Though he plays the lute well enough, but that is no reason to bother with the man.
Fiontann, is a decent man, I shall grant Neyaa that, but I will teach you soon enough how to fool him and avoid punishment. Hah, he had me clean the DawnHall for cursing Andelin, but I threw most of the pots upon the fire, and those I did not Basaran washed for me. I swept the dirt under the rugs, and you only need dust what can be seen, there is little point in dusting anyway, it returns on the morrow.
Listen carefully to my counsel when you are older little brother and I will teach you who else you must watch out for, most notably, Hyrien she is a cold one, she eats babies of that I'm quite sure, she killed our brother Rycroft, though it has been said he went quite mad and meant to kill our father. Fear not I will protect you from her, avoiding her is a useful strategy.
There are no mountain trolls in Breeland Bran, so never use that as an excuse to get out of training, especially with Gerfor, I have tried it, and Sarriya is a teller of tales. She told Gerfor I could not have been taken prisoner by mountain trolls because she had seen me in the Prancing Pony she tells all to Gerfor, be mindful of that.
Perhaps you are not so bad, I may pick you up in my arms next time. I'm sure I'll get a scolding for writing in your journal, but I am your half sister after all and I shall tell Neyaa as much!
