Cathril

I don't know what to write. I don't know why I even keep this damned book. It is only a reminder of bad decisions from the past.

I now have the wound from a dagger on my left forearm, I guess Briannon did not take well to the thought of capture. She is a most beautiful lass, yet still, I did not expect her to actually use that dagger. People are always dangerous when desperation takes a hold of them. Cathril was fortunately a little easier, she is more sensible than her sister, that might just be her young naivety though.

At what point do one's own integrity surpass that of your desire for coin.? When does your hate of a person grow so strong that you refuse to earn their riches? This... filthy, dark-skinned from who knows where, I so wished to put a sword right through his throat then and there, and when I finally tried to grab him by the throat he simply dodged it...

I have always been of the mind that a contract is just a contract. However, yesterday I was speaking to Ellae in the Prancing Pony, lovely lass, we were speaking about our latest contract and it seemed as if she did not understand what I do.. or did not want to understand. I consider her a friend, but maybe she does not really understand what I am and how can you not know a friend of yours. She did not understand that I might actually have to draw a little blood to pull off my work from time to time. When I said they were 'marked', she did not understand what that meant.