The days following the battle with Stalgrim have proven capable of being described with two words: deafening silence. My hunt for the woman who attempted to poison my mother has thus far shown up with nothing, clearly she is master of disappearing for the trail dosen't just go cold after a while, it cuts off entirerly, as if she has simply vanished off the face of Middle Earth. I must be cautious, for I fear her master may send her after me this time.
Yesterday, while I was sitting in the Prancing Pony, mulling over my failure to unearth the trail a woman in a red dress approached me. Her intent may have been lost to a man with lesser will, yet I've seen women like her before, they lure men to dark alleys with the promise of a "good time" only to rob them blind, often at knife point with the help of a gang. After I rejected her she walked away, apparently convinced I was gay. I must admit though, she was rather pretty and perhaps a few years ago I would have fallen for her seduction, but right now at this moment, with my family in danger I've more pressing matters to contend with then a strange woman's advances. That said, it has been ten years now, but I still don't think I've quite gotten past the death of my first wife and son. Perhaps one day when my mind is settled and my blood is cooled I will find another woman, but I fear the grief is still too near for me.
