Daigan's book, entry '6'

''I spent the whole day walking through the town. No one bothered to lay their eyes on me. Are they used to so many travelers? Or simply just kept to themselves? Time will tell. I found an Inn, it's called the Prancing Pony. Nothing special, just an Inn. The patrons seem fine, but again, they kept to themselves. I spared a few words with the owner of this place, Butterbur was his name I believe. He's a kind man but drives a hard bargain. Still, I only haggled with him for the fun of it. The room I'm in now isn't that bad. The bed is comfy, or at least more comfortable than that dreaded bedroll I spent weeks, maybe months sleeping on. The wine's OK and the food is just.. food. I think my companions are spending the night in the fields. They never followed me into town, or at least I don't think so. It doesn't matter anyway. Tomorrow I will try and look for him. This shouldn't be too hard, last I heard he wasn't really trying to lay low, or that's what ''He'' claimed. It's not the first time ''He'' would be wrong. He mentioned something about a daughter. This should turn out to be quite a lovely chase, or well, chase? He'll beg for his life soon enough and I really hate to have to run after him.''