Sigstaeinn.

The hill which houses the great hall once founded by a man I respected very much stands overlooking the whole village from it's vantage point. Even my house. There are many in this place that know me, or know of me. So why, did you then choose to reside in this place. As ever, I feel a pull in two different directions. One tugs me southwards in the direction of those Southern shores. But I also feel a desire to remain close by certain individuals. I informed the Captain's daughter of my desire for the former. I often feel as though I am a man with nothing left here.

You can't actually make this up, the one girl I suspected of nefarious leanings seems to simply just potentially be innocent. Whereas I am now informed that Kríea is a con artist with a high price on her head for her crimes in Dale. The man could have been lying of course. But as I stood over the ditch that is to be his final resting place. How could he have been? What purpose does it serve. Madness, absolute madness I tell you. This is the girl who I know for a fact to be naive, foolish. He must have been lying. He must have tricked her into his work.

My little boy has just drifted off to sleep. It is time to return to the manor untill the morning comes. Absently in my mind I cannot shake the thoughts of that infernal girl out of my head. I am far more aloof than I once was. Perhaps not as convincing in keeping people off the scent that my mind would be troubled. But I have started not to care, my priorities have changed. I spoke with Delinor who goes by the alias of Katey and made a quiet inquiry or two. If she could see in Cirywen the very same qualities of the woman she once hated as well as I did.