I will give writing an attempt, a hopeful try to get everything 'in order'.
Recently Sefa, after I got her home and treated her shoulder wound, gave me a wonderful necklace. I was mad with her, but now I feel guilty in a way. I know I work too much, but I do it for a cause. I know very well that I have to work in order to feed her and give her a wam bed instead of her previous resting place; a tree. I've made my choice however, I gathered some old clothes that are able to withstand frigid winds and I will soon agree with her request of going on a journey once more. It will be like before, as we travelled before. I can't say everything went well back then, but we both know the thrill of living on the edge. Maybe such a journey will loosen me up a jeff, perhaps I can forgive Threland's mindless attempts of making me look bad in the eyes of my beloved. I know she wouldn't betray me, but I fear for her life when it's in the hands of individuals like him. When I am in the smithy. Nonetheless, it cannot happen again, I've cancelled the orders and send my customers off to a different local blacksmith. I hope she will like my gift as much as I admire hers. But it will be a secret until then.
