Conrob

I know it has been a long time since I wrote last time.  I should be rather brief with this one, since I don't have much access to parchments or a quill pen... 

Another day had passed and I still haven't seen someone. It had made me worried though what happened during the time spent at Bree did not make anything better.

What the hell is wrong with me?  I should never have left the happy group like this.  Then again, Dryn gets a new haircut, Bryn and Conrob return from their getaway, Raven and Ithy are getting married, and all I can think about is how the father who left me to rot in jail as a young boy is known to those he meets as a hero.  

(The writing here is rather rushed, one may notice sloppy writing.)

​The first thing the Eorling woman was aware of when she awoke was the pain in the back of her neck when she lifted her head. The pain tugged and traveled across her shoulders and shot up into the back of her head. Her throat was parched, her eyelids stubborn to open. She rubbed them both, her vision cleared before her thoughts and it was then she realized she was still sitting on the floor of her chambers next to the wall near to her door.

     Today started out like any other day.  I jumped a few bandits, took their loot, gave most of it back to their victims, and of course kept some for myself.  Nothing too special about the brigands I robbed in Chetwood and near the Lone Lands either.  After a day's work and all that, I went over to the Prancing Pony again, to have myself a drink and meet up with the usual friends.  We all met at the table, and I decided to stand at the end of it.

I cannot help but to feel I'm going to have my first actual job soon for my business. Though all in all, this was an interesting day.

Surprises really do come when you least expect it. Quite a few of it happened today.

It's amazing how people could pretend to be friendly when certain people are around and then be really rude when they're not. The reason why I say that will be explained soon.

So I picked up an empty book today to start a diary, I needed somewhere to put my thoughts. This entry will be quite long as there is a lot to write about and I will be shortening most of the stories.

The Massacre: