*Written sloppily as if by a drunk hand*
What luck I've had of late! That young Watcher, Baymon I think he was called, was hefting around a fat coin purse the other night in The Pony as if begging for it to be cut from his belt - the fool. I would have cut it myself if it wasn't for the fact he blathered on about going fishing at Halecatch lake that evening.
What sort of idiot bangs on about going out in the woods by his lonesome and not expect to invite trouble? If you ask me, he was practically asking to be robbed. Better that it was me to do it than those Blackwold bastards.
I slipped out of The Pony shortly after he left, got May all saddled up and headed out to my camp to get ready to go for a little stroll. It took me a little longer than I expected to track him down, but I found him waist deep on the lake all alone without a care in the world. I'll admit the fellow is a good fisherman judging by how full his basket was: a better fisherman than he is a Watchman I'd wager. He was smart enough to keep the coin purse on his person though.
I nabbed his sword on the shore, and gave him quite the start when I called out to him. The fool thought he would be able to brandish his "Deputy Constable" title on me as if that would make a difference. It's a curious thing how those fancy titles don't mean anything when staring down a nocked arrow.
He was stubborn for a while, but learned quick that he wasn't in a position to demand anything. I had him toss that fat purse onto the shore, but I am nothing if not fair and left him his sword so that he can get back home somewhat safely alone. His plead for his life after tossing the coin purse struck my heart as such pleads always do. I'm not a monster, I don't kill without reason and the folk deserve it. Rough someone up? Certainly. Kill someone outright? Certainly not!
Fortunately for me he didn't call my bluff of sticking him full of arrows and I made off with what appeared to be half a year's pay! What a fool he was to keep so much on him. I found myself compelled to provide some advice to sooth the sting of such a loss for the poor fellow though before I made a run for it: don't put all of your eggs in one basket.
I laid low at camp for a time before heading into town to treat myself to a good amount of wine, this journal and writing kit, and a fancy set of clothes! The tailor said this outfit was of a Gondorian style that was all the rage among those high born folk - it's a bit inconvenient to take off when nature calls, but it does look grand.
I think I'll head on to The Pony and show off! I bet they'll respect me more now that I look the part of the those well-to-do folk! Maybe now I could look on a one of those traveling ladies without being harassed by their guards?
Let's hope this journal won't come back to bite me, but what have I got to lose? Most of what I've cared for has gone away - best to live well now while I have the means!
-Blackbent
