Pocket Journal entry Two, "Another Breed of Bandit"

Blackbent is a fool. He doesn't know how to run his men, and before long they will all be dead. He blames me for running them in the wrong direction, even though he doesn't run them at all. No. He just spends his time with his mud colored wench that can hardly speak Westron. Calilla. This is her fault. She is the one keeping his head out of business and leaving me out to rot. The reason he has no concern for me. The reason he cannot lead. Maybe I should kill her. Or him. Or both of them. Maybe I should separate from the group and run MY men under a new title. I have talked with myself about it before, and realized the only reason I have remained in the 'Brigands of Bree' is because of emotional ties to it's leader. Ties I no longer carry.. Ties that have become shackles, shackles that I cannot break for some reason I do not understand. I have grown to detest him for viewing me as a mere screw up. A worthless wretch sucking the life out of him. He could watch me die without flinching, while at one point I would have laid down my own life for the man. He feels nothing but pity, and anger towards me. I cannot see him. I cannot bare to see him. I will either fall into sobs or cut his head off. I must avoid him. My name is Ceou Leodent, and I am the disputed leader of the Brigands of Bree. He can think different if he so wishes. The men faithful to me are plentiful. I need not kill him, nor his whore Calilla. I will simply sit back a while and let him take charge of what he started, until eventually he kills himself, or comes crawling to me begging for me to help him. One way or another, he will see the fault in his actions, by either hanging, or watching every man that remains loyal to him do so.