9 Lithe ~ I'm drunk! Whether it is G. or the whiskey that is more intoxicating, I cannot decide. Oh I'll go ahead and write his name. Gorlen. There. He's dangerous, handsome, charming, and he kissed me. I've been kissed before but never had my heart nearly leapt from my body. So many things, journal, so many things fluttering in my head and body right now. Luckily for my reputation Gorlen managed to put his foot in his mouth before getting me to his room. I nearly went as well but I am not a loose girl. Piperel Fenflower doesn't come cheap! Hah, well, I wanted to and I'm not ashamed, I am rather proud that I am making him wait. He's far too interesting and those eyes, there is much danger and mystery behind that honey gaze. Too much. I know that despite what he said about not bedding every girl that smiles at him he has no doubt left a trail of broken hearts. No one with those eyes could do otherwise. I might be young but I'm not so stupid as to believe he is in anyway innocent. A sellsword with the Bloody Dawn from a distant land, with that long dark hair and secret smile. My goodness. I need to sleep off this whiskey, I sound like a love sick girl. And I'm not in love, just...like. I really like him.
10 Lithe ~ My head is pounding. Drinking a lot of water like Mrs. E. recommended but I could sleep another few hours. Not today though, I've got some work to do and coin to make. I normally would regret drinking too much but I remember the evening with such fondness that I could not wish it never happened. Rereading what I wrote last night. I sound like a ninny but I will not change it. This journal is for posterity and I will not change it because I sound like a rambling drunken idiot. I also remember a less pleasant meeting from last night. After G. had gone to bed, I ran into a ghost. Well, rather he is a bit of a boogieman. Billium, the man that killed 5 men in a rage over what happened to his wife. The poor woman. Some say he killed her and the bastard she carried in her belly. He offered his help when I tripped in the hall. (Barliman really needs to tend to those loose boards) I would have rather refused but I was in a fantastic mood and Bill rather frightens me, so I let him lead me to the bar. He promptly scowled at me and ignored me in favor of talking with that Blackboar woman. Another sellsword group to plague our town. Moving on, I'm rather looking forward to seeing Gorlen again and without the whiskey this time! He is going to teach me to use a blade. I hope I do not make a fool of myself, any more than I already have with him. I made the mistake of telling my neighbor about the night and Mrs. E has warned me off of seeing him, that he is just trouble but she is not my mother and should stick to keeping her brats from chasing Old Lady P.'s cats.
