hyrien

Hello, my leathery friend. The one sat with me here at my deathbed. As expected, no family, friends doing theirs and me here, bedridden and infirm and only getting out to piss in a bowl next to my bed.. Quite a mess I will leave for others to clean, hah! Oh, I shall not lie, I do enjoy no one seeing me in this wretched state.. coughing phlegm and blood at every turn, but I should get on with this.. will.

I see your half sister Taala found your journal and has written in it, I shall have to hide it more carefully in future.  Pay no mind to the slanderous words she said about Blince and

Well what have we here little one?  A journal of sorts?  Perhaps I should not have read this, but it was left lying in a drawer, under your clothing, I can not see why any objection would be raised?

Well here is a bastard I have not seen in ages on end, it must have been months since last we two spoke. You were surprisingly dusty, but then again if you were not, I would have been suspicious that someone had read you. Woe to the both of us if someone did, huh, lad? Hah...

As the shadows moved across the floorboards above her, each noise made her twitch and cling against the wall. There was little that knew about the passage ways that twisted beneath their feet, but low lives and mice. It had been two days hiding in the dark. The news came to her from Duincerth as he stitched up her face, “Ya face is plastered all over the streets lass. They saying ya killed that man. Some lord of sorts. Regardless the wife wants a head. They have a rather large price on it.