Conrob

Is it possible to gloss over horror and wickedness, with something so simple as love? Can grace or forgiveness or compassion or any other kind thing, somehow blanket these dark stains, without ever truly dealing with them, to a point where you can simply step over them and pretend they no longer exist? It seems as though that is what people are trying to do right now. And I want it to work. I want the smiles and jests and hugs and well-wishes to make everything better, to erase the cloud that hovers over me. To help me forget. 

But it isn't working.

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.

(Tears could be seen as stained all throughout the parchment)

You really don't know what it's like to have a huge part of your life and your heart just ripped out of you until you experience it yourself. I really wished that there was no such thing as nobles in this world... If they didn't, Agreis would've been still alive. Do I blame Raven for what had happened to him because of him being captured? Or do I blame the one that had caused Agreis to die in the first place? I suppose I should explain how things were first.

Hah... Guess I am sort of alone now other than having Ghost around with me. Here's what happened.

Of course, earlier, there was this sort of near-fight happening that I got involved with. Supposedly, this one masked man was being stupid of trying to pick a fight with a Watcher, who soon introduced himself to me as Adalbart as soon as things cleared up. But let me get to the part where I say that I am alone.

((Funny enough, that song was titled as such that I have heard playing at a certain part of this post. XD))

"Running makes it look very bad...," said Brywulf, watching her. "You need to just explain the situation."

"The hobbit...," said Bambidal, shaking her head. "They will never believe me!"

"The hobbit..?" repeated Rizan to himself.

Ah, right... Chrissy...

Rizan had made his way to the Pony though for some reason, something told him to go to the back of the inn. He had done so and in result, he had found Bambidal.

"Are you alright?" asked Bambidal.

"You they' stop tha' elf!" came a voice behind him.

"I didn't...," said Bambidal, looking at Rizan. "I didn't I swear... I couldn't have..." She looked at the group behind him. "Raven...was stabbed."

She looked at the knife in her hand.

Yesterday was blessedly peaceful and quiet, free of trouble and tragedy. If only more days could be so. 

The days go by, the celebration of the Captain's daughter and her Dalesman draws closer. I am certain this occasion will fill my coffers just nicely if it goes as planned.

*The text is written poorly with many spelling errors*

Dear journal

I must have been a child still when I last wrote in you but with all that has happened I have to let my thoughts out somewhere even if I feel a bit sick.