Hardoleth

The dream is always the same. I walk on a green field where the sun is dawning. I see people in the field, their faces are pale and faded, yet I recognize them all, they do not move, they stand in the field watching me, yet they have no eyes that I can see. The field is on fire, slowly burning its way to the people. I call out to them, I yell for them to run, yet they do not move. They watch me, I try to run to them, I run as fast as I can, but the field is endless, I cannot reach them.. Yet the more I run the clearer the faces get, I see them.. I see the people, I know them..

Teleyn's feet padded against the ground, leaving a slight imprint in the grass of where her toes had been. She was relishing in the sight of the sun and the no longer snow-covered ground as she stretched her arms into the sky. Being confined to the inside of Dawnhall for the last couple days had made her restless.

Hello laddie. I do not know why I have opened you today, I just thought it was a long time since last we talked.. and by that I meant I ranted on paper about what I was thinking, while you just took it like the whore you are... Yet you take no coin for this.. A charitable whore perhaps?

I sit here in my bed, I sit here watching her face, I sit here wondering if I am cruel for this "love". I demand her to be mine, yet I do not wish to be solely hers. I tell her to leave, but I want her to stay. I want to rip out her heart and eat it, and yet I held her through the night. Her face is so pale and peaceful, nothing like last night, tears running down her face. She grabbed my arm and pushed me, I wanted to rip off her head.

We have grown close us two, have we not? You know me and I.. well I am you. So you like me just as much as I do, I suppose.. Unless you judge me, I would agree.. some of these things written down does seem.. less than admirable on paper..

What happened while I was away?

It seems that I was gone longer than I thought. The troubles to the north have kept me away from my duties. Last night I returned to find Lady Saeldith alone - so many have abandoned her it makes me sick! I will not stray far again.

I suppose it is time to write in you again, bastard... If you were a real person you would have the knowledge of a veteran sellsword already.. As if you are in confidence with the voices in my head. I am not certain whether to take solace in this or to find it frightening.

Plots and twists,

Those are the words this man fits

Crippled, battered, and torn

Secretly looked at by many in scorn

Honour is a faint acquaintance to this sellsword

One he simply waves at when met

Not a virtue he holds in deep respect

I fear we are beginning to be a wee bit too familiar to each other... I would never have thought I had this many thoughts.. Drinks, women, coin, food.. I used to believe that was it.

I never expected writing in a journal.  I was taught how to write when I was little, but the thought that my life would get so hard that I would have to vent to a stupid journal.  That I never imagined. I suppose it sort of started when I left Rivendell.  I had blamed Cuilelass for a lot of problems, though it wasn't her fault.  Now in Bree, it is better but worst.  I suppose the main reason I am writing in you now is because of the events yesterday.  An awful man, named Norlow, took me, holding me hostage till May paid him off.