Never a dull day in life, it would seem. I only just arrived at home and I must write everything down before it leaves my thoughts wholly. I am to blame for the entire matter and if I had behaved differently, my dear friends Owena and Briony would not likely be hurt.
My dear Carria was right. The man, Wulf was indeed following us! Or more appropriately, dear Miss Briony. He followed her, and I couldn't quite make out what Briony said he did or said, but I do know it affected her so very much. Now she feels as though all of Bree distrusts her and has to look over her shoulder no matter where she turns. She had to speak against him when he was on trial, which is truly what I am trying to speak of, if my brain would not prattle on so. I could have stopped him before he attacked Owena or followed Briony further, but instead...I apologized for my sister's attitude toward him. Apologized for her words to that criminal! How could I look him in the eye and not see? Well, there is no use in going on about it, as I have both limited time, and page.
I had heard rumors of murder through town, and hastened to the jail to see who was on trial. Miss Brynleigh was there and assured me no one was murdered, simply attacked and threatened. I stood and spoke with her a moment before two guards led that man out of the jail. I was shocked once I recognized his face, and I knew immediately I'd messed up. Carria was right and I attempted to stop her. At any rate, I followed as they led him to the Town Hall for his trial. I was surprised at how many people of Bree came along! It would seem everyone in Bree loves Owena, as well they ought. The trial went well, except for the man's threatening and frightening demeanor. There was no lack for witnesses and he was convicted. Normally, that would be a relief, but I cannot get rid of the feeling that all followed his plans quite well. He looked quite pleased...as if something was nearly completed that he'd been working on for weeks. And such nasty, vile lies he spoke during his trial! I wished to run up and stand in front of Owena so he could not even see her. After the trial was complete, they led him to be branded. I would have followed, but I needed to stay with Briony. The trial had messed with her more than Owena, I daresay. I led Briony home, where my sister met us both. (I secretly believe she had been off stealing...) I attempted to offer Briony assistance with her problems, but she insisted they did not exist, then ran inside, closing the door. Which left me to talk to my sister. I do have to admit, it is very pleasant to be able to simply speak to her. To sit down and speak what lies on my heart. Unfortunately it did not last long, as she claimed she needed to "go work". She and I parted ways, my way heading back to the jail. 'Twas a mistake. I do not grow ill at the sight of many injuries, but the smell and sight of mangled, hanging, burnt flesh...I nearly lost all of my stomach's contents. His eyes...so dull...I hate seeing such a look. Even on an evil man. My sleep comes troubled now. You would think, as a healer, I would grow used to such things. But nay, I am forever destined to be haunted by such sights. ~Ash
