The Bloody Dawn

Leather lad, I am Hardoleth in case you did not know. I do not like you, and from what you learn I doubt you like me, yet we have to work together to preserve us both. No one wants a used journal and no one wants a mad sellsword.

Here we are again my little leathery bastard, you are one of the few things I kept when moving and I have no idea why... Funny thing, is it not?

I was born by a river, and just like that little river, I have been running ever since. From the watchmen. From scorned women. From death, who if I might add is a persistant bastard.. The patience he has taken to go after me is commendable. It is nice when a few easy days follow.

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.

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.