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Dear journal
I must have been a child still when I last wrote in you but with all that has happened I have to let my thoughts out somewhere even if I feel a bit sick.
So much has changed since last time I wrote in you. The stall is still doing well and so is the farm but my parents have grown impatient with my lack of finding a man and so they have arranged the whole thing for me.
I will be marrying the blacksmith's son in Combe, Lowan Widdleby. I guess my dreams of courting like in those novels won't happen, where a man comes to sweep a woman off her feet with big and romantic gestures. But I can't complain too much, he is a nice man.
I've not known him very long but at least we seem to be getting along well so that is a start. Hopefully we shall have something between us and not end up like those couples that sleep in different rooms at night and never speak to each other for the rest of their lives, I don't want a life like that.
We've been staying in Bree-Town while there is no room back at the smithy but maybe that will change soon. Lowan told me that a woman had approached him and invited him to dinner later to discuss a matter of business. Seems she is interested in investing into his smithy. That would be great but he seems unsure about it. I'm not really sure if I should encourage him to agree or just agree not to make an arrangement with her. Even if we could use the money.
Speaking of money. It seems that people are fine with brigands and thieves running around here and even stand up for them! Since when have they been welcomed into the town? These people are tossed out of town and should remain there, not be allowed to socialize with decent people.
I'm blaming that good for nothing Bill Ferny for this because there is no doubt in my mind those were his people. Awful and horrible people.
An old man who was threatening Lowan, a brigand thief and then a woman standing behind enjoying the show. I was lucky I could drag Lowan away before those people could hurt him.
I hope they get chased out of town soon, it would be better for everyone. Even when I spoke to my friends about this they said they knew who the woman was. Told me that she is a woman who only keeps the company of men or at least they've never seen her with anyone but men.
Mother always told me to be wary of those women. Nothing but cruel women that play with a man's heart, collecting them like some treasured carvings to keep around. I was disgusted and understood much better now why she just stood there. Probably enjoys watching men fight for her, maybe gives her some odd satisfaction.
I will at least be keeping far away from her. I don't want anything to do with some brigand woman that is probably sharing a bed with that Ferny man and others. Lowan did tell me that she liked the company of thieves and brigands and I can see that being true since after Lowan pointed out she was stupid to keep such company those horrible brigands went against him, threatning him. Demanding he'd apologize for speaking the truth.
Not shortly after another woman came along who also seems to side with brigands. Me and Lowan decided to talk to the Watch and warn them about these people. I'm sure they are helping that Ferny to fool more people to owe him, have him take everything away from them.
I'm happy I have not seen them again and instead I enjoyed a wonderful evening with a young man named Rue.
He was very kind to me and after learning about my marriage he offered to buy me some drinks to celebrate. I didn't want to drink too much first but still ended up drinking three whole tankards with him.
It was fun until the last tankard when I began to feel a bit sick. Rue told me it's because I drank too fast but even today I still feel sick and feverish. Lowan says I'm as pale as a ghost and I've been feeling too hot or too cold all day. At least Rue kept good on his promise of helping me home.
Hopefully this will be over soon and I can get back to helping Lowan in the smithy and make some more Forge-Pies, people really seem to like them.
I will tell you more about them later, journal.
-Briel
