I think I have been having too much merriment lately. Since the others left for Gondor things have been quiet here, I have been passing my time around The Thirsty Boar, looking for recruits, spending time with the rest of the company and of course Cedwyn and Averick. It’s a good life, one could not ask for more, unless that one was a fool. And a fool I may be.Or it’s just me and the reason that I am whom I am. Life is good. I don’t have any complaints and, as Elias said, I am rich. I have my woman, I have my friends and my company and I have a good inn. And now I am preparing something else to help make the ties in the area stronger between folk. But I miss dearly one thing, to swing my sword, to hunt down and fight, kill even!
There has been too much merriment lately for me. I got careless I think. I took Mornenion with me at Dimheim’s the other day. One thing lead to another and the two got into an argument about the best, I think that I hinted a little too much towards Mornenion’s identity and Elias being a clever fellow picked up that he’s an Elf. That is against Mornenion’s wishes that it was careless and wrong of me. I have been very careless. I am very, I don’t know how to say it, I don’t even know if there’s a word for it. I may have gotten too careless indeed. Sometimes I hope there’ll be something to stir things up and make us draw our blades again. Make us more careful, more on the edge. I know I shouldn’t. What we have was hard earned and we paid a heavy price.
At least these days I am being busy with the traders and crafters. Sol and [{Remdir]] have agreed to see and take part, though as always that man had to make his comments, he needs to learn to think and see before speaking. One thing that hasn’t changed is that I still get angry easily, maybe easier than before, that’s something. Like I got really mad when Carmillia stabbed me during a spar with her and with Mornenion. It was a spar! And she stabbed me my shoulder! From the back! But I am calm now that I am busy again. I am expecting the crafting stations to arrive and I am drawing a rough plan for the inside of the building. There’ll be a tent outside with goods and prices along with the forge and the big oven. Also a small field for fresh produce with maybe a small corner for pipeweed if anyone can grow that here. The outside is the easy part. The inside is the hardest of all.
I will probably put stalls on the two sides left and right of the pillars with the produce, from vegetables and bread on one side to horseshoes and farming tools in the other. In the middle I will put the woodworking station and I will keep the fire spits on the stage for food, as well as a small table with food for the crafters. The room next to the big hall will be the study and I know exactly what to put in there and the room upstairs will be my office of course. Once I man done with most things I will take Elias and Remdir to go on a small hunting trip in Breeland, just away from everything. I’ll tell Mornenion to come as well, the two can resume their argument or just keep their mouths shut and be in the nature and stop thinking too much.
The past weeks have been delightful with Cedwyn and Averick. Rickstan has his things going on and when Cedwyn and I met him when she went to talk to him about the child he said that we should take him with us for some days. That was very thoughtful of him and he’s a good man. I hope he is well whatever he’s up to. Cedwyn is lovely as always and gets more beautiful by the day, I still haven’t figured how she does that. Averick is a very intelligent boy, obedient to his mother and curious about everything, he absorbs what he can and learns fast. A great child with a great mother and a good man as his father. I am happy to have both in my life and I will do what I can to protect them. I am glad that Averick sees that I am not trying to substitute his father, I’d never do such a thing. It’s a good thing that Catherynne made the choice to come with us that day. Of course if,not for Cedwyn she wouldn’t, she had a hard time trusting me alone, I can’t blame her for that. Now she is a great cook and Cedwyn’s apprentice. She absorbs what she can as well and learns all the time. Life is good. Family is good. Merriment is good.
Life is good and I am a fool. I am itching for a battle and to ride out again. Is there something wrong with me or that’s just who I am? After all, I always return. And I don’t intend to die any time soon.
I think that this plan is good enough.
