Taala

I had been so elated of late. There seemed much to take heart from, but mayhaps it is fanciful of me to think all is well, because in reality it is not, not all all.

Oh how I despair of myself, what is wrong with me, can I not write about other matters? You would think I had naught else happening in my life, I do, I have a good life, but it is a troubled one of late. I must remedy that.

One fine bottle of Dalish whiskey, and a small keg of very difficult to procure Kingsmead in these times of war. My gifts to my friends for their wedding celebration. I am caught up with the books I am pleased to report. Freedom at last. The Mayor can have his taxes now that I can be certain exactly what he is owed and be damned.

I know not what to say, twice now have I expected damaging confrontations. I write hastily to sum up goings on because although my work is diminishing it is not yet diminished enough for my tastes. 

Potentially wounding words there might have been and at least some form of anger or reprisal directed my way and twice I have been disappointed by my expectations. A good thing, you might say.

My days are long. Gradually there seems to be developing some order among the chaos. I even found the time to interview a charming lady yestereve with regards to taking on some of my burden. Playing catch up as I am with the company accounts.

And so it came to pass that I parted company with the Sellswords. Though in truth the ties I have formed with them seem impossible to sever in their entirety. My Inn dwells at the foot of the village to which their hall overlooks after all.

It feels peculiar to have shorn hair once again. The fire is burning to keep out the winter chill. I do not know why I rode into town the nights past. Only so long you can pace the confines of your study. What to occupy myself with I wonder. There's only so long you can do the books and I would hardly proclaim crossing the i's and dotting the t's and toiling over pages brimming with numbers my idea of leisure. No, I needed to get out of there.

OOC: Something a little shorter, the faltering at the end is kinda noticeable. Oh well. Comments and criticisms always welcome.

I have spent my time in hiding with Inayat and Alfmaer at their home in Hookworth.

During that time Inayat moved out from the house, apparently in with her partner. Alf didn't seem to like him, well of course not, she was blatantly in love with Ina. I think we both spend our nights crying for broken hearts. 

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