Odelina

It was the long, silent hour just before dawn. In a forest grove of Chetwood, where she came to welcome the new day and golden Anor, the Sun, with music of her song and with dance, golden-haired elven maiden noted the silence with puzzlement. How different these forests were from her green homeland... Over the centuries, she had seen many oaks grow from acorn to ruinous age, but this place seemed less wild, more tame, and she could not feel that aura of mystery in it that filled Mirkwood.

I found this journal in the stash room. That…that just sounds stupid, right? The stash room. The room I used to stash my weapons and all the shite I’ve stolen in. Like someone isn’t just going to break into my house and steal from a thief. I’m cleaning it out and turning it into a guest bedroom. Because it’s a really good idea for a thief to entertain guests, right?

“You've got a clean slate. Don't try to redraw the pictures that were there before. Use it to start a new masterpiece.”

I’ve had a week to spend on my special project, and I think it’s coming along quite nicely. I met a lovely lady named Odelina and an adorable halfling named Heemi, who have since moved into Everslade across the road from me.