Asgaror

In a couple days of time I went from wanderer to lord. A vassal to House Hawthorn indeed. I even get to wear ceremonial armour which makes me look rather rich. Now that I've gained my trust amongst House Hawthorn and their allies, we can take down that Market and bring justice back to this southern settlement. Father would be proud. 

With eyes set to kill

And clothes drenched in blood

With the scent of death and agony

Under the stars of the North

In the midst of night

A deed of vengeance arose

They took from him, his own blood

A son he raised and loved

They took his pride

A few peculiar days have passed in Bree. I have decently enstablished myself in this culture. But aswell have I made more than one enemy. I found out how corrupted men can be, men that are supposed to protect the people. We, Threland, Roggvir, Ceoswath and I jailed a mute girl. She deserved it, being part of an organisation that I shall not write about. But they will have their downfall. That is a warrior's promise. 

Today I arrived in the settlement called 'Bree town'. The people here are a laugh, they don't look like warriors but they still boast about their victories in the local tavern called the Pony.