part two

The Diary of a Conman,

 

More of the Beginning Bit.

So I woke up. Lying down on a bed, all happy with myself - Finally a day where I hadn't woken up in a pool of my own blood, or a puddle of ale. Staring up at the roof of the room, I tried to remember why I was so happy for some odd reason - I mean, just yesterday I met some charmer, a strange man called 'Cobb', and had my head to ache and worry about... Strange watchmen in Red.

It's been a day or so since I last wrote. I had to heat up the ink, that's how cold it is. I don't think I have enough food to last much longer, about a day's worth, I'd probably die of starvation if I tried to get through the pass, if the cold and snow alone don't kill me.