Raevenhart

At least Aanya's anger has subsided a little. Of course she has forgiven Seaver, I am of course to blame for it all even though it is an act performed by two. She baked him one of her pies. Since the guard who wronged her has been reassigned, the poor girl is no longer afraid to venture into that part of the village. She returned a little later, all smiles, it seems the pie never reached Seaver after all, his men, flattered her so much, she agreed they may eat the pie amongst them, and she enjoyed an hour or so in their company.

How did I even manage to sleep last night? I must have been exhausted with happiness... is there such a thing? 

I have not stopped smiling since I opened my eyes this morning. The day appears rather dreary and drizzly from where I sit, but I can't find it in myself to mind. I feel as though the sun has found its way into my breast and is filling me with light - warm and golden and gentle. 

Morning once again, busied, pained, and finally not willing not move any longer. I'm thankful to Raevenhart for all that he has done. Though now I fear I have dragged to many people into his horrid tale that ends only in pain and blood. Many moons ago I took a job, one I shouldn't have no matter how much training I had. I'm a hobbit what chance was there really that this would turn out the way I wanted it.