Leofric

It was foolhardy to think that I could spend time with this woman and not grow attached, I knew it the night I questioned our attachment and asked what it is that we are doing here.

I knew that we could not remain friends and simply stay that way indefinitely whilst we shared one another's beds. A decision had to be made one way or another. A decision I did not want to make, a decision I knew I had to take.

I am beginning to question the usefulness of you oh journal of mine.

Night after night I open you up, put ink to pen. And I sit. My mind a muddle of conflicting thoughts as always it is. Never is it simple. How I long for clarity. Instead, I sit here conducting fully fledged debates inside my head as I have so often in this book. Contradictory as my conclusions can be from one minute to the next.

I do hereby bequeath the sum of my wealth and possessions to my dearly beloved lass, Jenn, and my son Leofric as and where they may be found, other than the specified. What? were you expecting a proper document, sod off... the last thing you need is some filthy-blooded official snooping around with half the dodgy gear laying around all over the place...