Neyaa.

Two nights hence from receiving the letter, Seaver had much time to dwell. She had more than likely fled the Bree-lands by now, he dared not. He had sat in his study, and long deliberated. If he could not confess of his love verbally he would do so in the written form. He had decided, it would be one of the hardest things he has ever had to write... She had spirited the children away, fearing for their safety. How it made him ill, the thought that she would think that of him. He recalled the words that had driven her away.

There was a merry feast at the hall organized by the new Captain and I must say I rather enjoyed it. I rather liked the look of the new quartermaster I must say but the wedding band upon her finger soon put to bed any notions that I might be having about making the evening any more merry afterwards. Still, she was a welcome sight compared to the hulking brutes which sat nearest to me and I remember there being much mead and an exquisite boar. Perhaps I should have asked this woman to cater for my own feast to come?

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.

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?