cirywen

Late into the night Seaver talked with Calilla Yishai, as he so often has in recent times. He spoke with her of his innermost thoughts, there the Variag listened to him as she does with her usual patience and willingness to lend a friendly ear.

My intent to leave our relationship in the past did not go so well. I did call upon the Variag after a chance encounter in the Inn and I awoke in a strange bed. Since she put to voice my fears through observation I find my desire to retreat grow stronger. I have been spending my days simply surveying my operation and keeping a closer eye upon my guardsmen and caravan drivers as they make their local shipments and me turning up unannounced as I have without warning seems to have forced them to up their game.

Is there not a place in this Middle Earth that is not tainted by my memories? I felt it in the Forsaken Inn. As I sat there in the gloom night after night and sunk enough mead to numb my senses to the world last summer. Unbeknown to me that my lover would soon get her dues for the trouble she brought upon herself. I knew it would happen eventually. I knew she wasn't good for me. I knew how that story ended. Yet I carried on with the charade anyway. She should have died by my hand the moment she read of my secrets. They were mine and mine to share alone.

Prologue

I interviewed another person in connection with Cirywen Ravencrag's murder, she wished to remain anonymous in the report so I will not endanger her by putting her name on parchment. She came to speak about Berrywine, voicing her opinion that he would not have been so sloppy to leave her body out nor kill her before he could discover who Cirywen worked for.

Things are not going exactly "well". So far I've been learning a lot with Sylgmar, she is a relly good tutor and it's nice to spend time with her. I have new clothes, a new dagger, and the pipe-weed here is excellent (I should notify Saruman about this), and luckly didn't have any "encounter" with the southerner Annaliesa.

I am unable to sleep, I have not eaten. My only companion the whiskey gifted me by a friend, I have narrowed it down to one or two suspects. I see the look in her eyes, I can guess as to her thoughts though she does not speak of them. Pacing up and down of a night as she does in that farmhouse of hers. Will she back me?

Yesterday I finished my interview with Seaver, I watched this man nearly break down from the guilt he carries because he could not protect the wo

A young woman, a Gondorian by birth, was found murdered a few days ago in her own home by her recently returned father Connwear. There is little evideince as the people who found her perhaps may be holding back and that is to be investigated further. Right now, there are a few suspects. 

Seaver - former lover, known for their rocky relationship, his temper and love of drink and bedding many women. He was out of town at the time of her death but there are still reasons to suspect he might have come back