I suppose it is time to write in you again, bastard... If you were a real person you would have the knowledge of a veteran sellsword already.. As if you are in confidence with the voices in my head. I am not certain whether to take solace in this or to find it frightening.
Lately I have been having a houseguest, a sweet lass named Neyaa. The former bedwarmer of Rossethor... He clearly did some harm to the lass, her mind is wrong at times, as if expecting hurt and with what I have learned of her story, I do not find it hard to believe her sanity being questionable.. I have told her that I will keep her safe, but I do not know if I can. Her whoring ways are bound to get her into trouble, though she seems to spend most nights at me place these days... Again.. does speak volumes of her sanity that she finds me good company. I must admit, I am not at all opposed to hers either, she has me amused and I will admit that I find myself increasingly attached to the lass. I have been hearing rumours that the lass and I are romancing now, just like the rumours about me and Lady Saeldith. I suppose that is the curse of being known as a man who enjoys his ladies.
Well.. Time to be off, bastard. I hear knocking on the door, back to your hiding spot. Remember, be quiet so no one finds you! Ha! I am talking to a book, I must truly be going mad now.
