I'm bad with those things. I admit. Can't say that I've written anything before, but me thinks it's allright, so long that nobody finds this book that I'm holding. I'll make sure to, I don't know, toss it in the bloddy well, or hide it under the carpet...Aye, last one sounds good. Anyway, the thing is, I've been thinking far too much lately. Ever since that Jolbo disappeared I've tried to put my life into order again-Me hopes Nilawen will take care of him, I know I'll only bring disaster if I go to Annuminas. Eh, the regular brawls in the Pony, strangers coming from afar and musicians too. Also work work work and ale - anything to keep me from thinking too much, from remembering Lilly...Ah, I knew this was a bad Idea, and I've run out o booze. But at least I'm not alone, entirely. I've met some new faces over the time I've spent at the inn.
Amnildir for example,-the "melon", heheheh- he's an interesting-looking fellow, but secretive. I don't know much bout him but, eh, he seems nice enough for a bloddy elf. He's got a good taste in music that one, I've heard him play once or twice. Very polite and modest, he's almost like a damn prince me thinks, but his words are so little. And he barely drinks! Imagine that! A smiling one he is, and with a good word in his mouth, when he opens it that is. I dunno, maybe I 'd better keep an eye on him but he's a friend of Cangi, so I guess he's good.
Speaking of Cangiante Swiftongue, I'd say hes the smartest damn Rohir I've seen in me life. He knows all sorts of things, carries his books everywhere, and he can brew any kind of potion and treat any wound-his talent's proved useful more than once. A skilled fighter too, in his way-he carries that staaf, I think I saw roots growing when he wielded this bloddy cane. The bastard can speak all languages on bloddy Middle Earth-Sindarin and whatnot-, and he can mimick any speech or accent. A genious I say. I look up to that lad-maybe I'm a little jealous of'im. He's also a great, funny company-he claims that he can outdrink me, but I don't believe him. I guess I'll find out tomorrow.
Oh, that Cangi fancies Caitie, I can tell-I wish these two the best. The cute little harpist lass- a fairy in appearance and a cheerful girl. I'm only glad that I ever met that one, she's always got a smile up to her ears, and looks at your very soul with those innocent green eyes. A good friend, I like to tease that one bout how she speaks, but I fear I may get a fist to the face from Cangi if I keep it up. And ain't she the drinker! I could've sworn I saw her empty a tankard of Barly's best so fast, like water! But what impresses me the most is this one's courage, deifies danger..and she looks so fragile-not the fighter type for sure but ain't afraid to toss a rock at ya if yer asking for it. Damn I could learn something from that.
It's not like that Fabaran. Aye, I saw him the other night. Looks so dark and grim- he's scaring the heck out of me, I'd better not do anything stupid and aggrivate him. He talks funny me thinks, as if he's jumped out of an old story, or ancient ritual or whatever. His eyes, they remind me of a bloddy lizard the way they move. So serious, like a walking funeral tha' one. Covered in that heavy armour of his, you'd think he's ready to battle ya anytime. Eh, but I need t'know tha' one better before I reach a conclusion. He don't srike as the barbarian sort for sure-rather of noble blood, but I don't know.
Unlike him, Jazilin is a strange child, an accursed thief and a murderer. Oh I've been robbed by this foolish kid a couple of times, I swear I'd kill her but I never hit them women. I can't imagine that, a bloddy 16-year old, so skilled in robbery and treachery..and sick-minded too. She says she enjoys shooting folks from atop of buildings. I admit she's saved me arse once though-if she hadn't hit me that day I'd be long gone for sure. But why she helped me ? I can't think of a reason...I'd think she hates me, her annoying smirk always strikes me the moment I enter the Pony. In a way I feel sorry for the kid, but I dunno if she can be helped-she's had a bad past, and an unforgivable father from what I understand.
She and Zirlandria, me thinks they be in the same cult, an odd criminal organisation. Ah, the way she fights tha one is unbelievable! Jumps in the air like a bloddy cat, she's defeated an elven lord she said, I heard it that time when she commanded Jazilin to shoot me dead, back there in the jail. I happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time always. I know nothing 'bout this lass, but she ain't scaring me! Let her come again, threaten me. Then I'll haul her to the dungeons meself if she crosses me. Her and her bunch.
Hrm. All this writing's made me hungry. Maybe I'll write some tomorrow too, but for now that should do. It actually worked, I no longer think about her...
Oh damn all this effort for nothing. Maybe I'll stick to cider next time.
