Quineven

“Maydawn is dead,” the thought had continuously echoed in her head.  “Maydawn is dead.

My hands are shaking... I'm so nervous, because I want to surprise my darling when he will come home tonight. No, not birthday or anything to celebrate, I just want him a good and peaceful night at home. The dinner is ready soon and I tried to cook one of Quineven's pie. No, it's not perfect as her ones, but I think it's enough good. Nobody can race with her if it's about to cook pie!

Some weeks ago I learned that a Dwarf hired us to retrieve a Rune-stone from the Barrow Downs and I was selected to participate in the search for it. I was waiting for the day to come, eager to fight and of course help the Company with the contract. Days were passing waiting for it and then I suddenly learned that Hyrien was no longer in charge of it, she had to leave for another contract, and the Captain appointed me as the leader of the band which was to go.

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.

Guess who is back, laddie. You are right, your owner, your king and your master. To tell you the truth, I have never met anyone like you that could hold secrets this well... But then again.. I fear that you would spill all easily if you were captured.. I am keeping my eye on you.