Quincell

     It is a strange thing, to write my thoughts here, in this journal. More so for the fact that all the pages before this detail cooking techniques written in Gamlan's hand, and I am sad to say that I did indeed swipe it from him. Yet, the events of the last few days have been far from ordinary, so I should think that pardons this theft and its oddity.

Today, it had to be today...I walked into the pub. Expecting a few drinks then return to see my love, but oh no. It didn't turn out that way. As soon as I walked in Robynwen found me, telling me that her idiotic uncle, Damric, was being attacked.

     My Lord, My Sire,

It twas a hot day on this day, the sun burning up above when I rode into Bree from a hunting trip. Once I sold all my gatherings, I saw Sir Damric (That bloody man...ugh...) with a mysterious looking man. I just couldn't help myself, I went over and immediately realized I made a mistake. If you could call it that... This man, Zurtriin he called himself, knew me somehow. But more importantly, he knew about Quincell.