Law

Dear Journal,

I write this entry on several pages of parchment and a half used pencil I managed to barter off of the barkeep here in the Forsaken Inn. He's a rather grim fellow, but so are most in this rather dire establishment. You would think a folk so serious and stern would've had the common sense to patch up the gaping hole in the roof! Ah, but it's no matter. I suppose they'll warm up to me and my clever wit in no time at all.

I was returning to my home when I had heard talk of a trial in court, public, of course. It was so interesting, I had never been to a court before, more-so ever hear of one in Bree, so, of course I had to go.