Alfmaer

Katnya walked home with an uncharacteristic slump to her shoulders. She led her horse by the reins, pulling the empty cart the short distance. She sighed when she opened the door and looked to the huge stack of letters just inside the door. A bunch had arrived together just a few days ago. Why had she never opened them? 

Katnya picked up the letter as it was slipped under her door with a quizzical look. She opened the door and looked out for whoever had knocked, only to see a slender figure walking away quickly. With a confused frown, she shut the door and opened the letter, her eyes scanning the neat text of the letter.

I had traveled to Bree for the first time ever since Agreis passed away. Unfortunately, I had missed quite a bit. I suppose I should start.

I went to the Pony and ordered myself a red wine, something that had been so normal for me to do. I made to the fireplace and stood by this one woman. She did not give her name even though I had introduced mine, though I didn't want to pry. We were soon interrupted by this one jerk. I swear, I don't think anyone had made me as annoyed as him ever since my former uncle in the Umaarah side, Inglen.

I find that, in the absence of madness, my mind has a chance to quiet itself, and return to simply thinking about things. It's been some time since I could simply sit and think, without having to worry about folk around me screaming bloody murder or having knives thrown at me, or any other number of chaotic occurrences that seem to have overtaken Bree-town recently. 

Diary,

It seems my emotions have gone all over the place. It's been a month since Tim... I am still angry and I can never forgive him, but is it too soon to move on?

I have spent my time in hiding with Inayat and Alfmaer at their home in Hookworth.

During that time Inayat moved out from the house, apparently in with her partner. Alf didn't seem to like him, well of course not, she was blatantly in love with Ina. I think we both spend our nights crying for broken hearts.