Do you want to know something funny? I have found that I am more comfortable speaking to thieves, assassins, murderers, and the rest of the sellswords of the Dawn than I am with having a conversation with a noble. Odd, huh? People who are more likely to kill me or betray me if they were paid to do so are closer friends to me than someone who is supposed to be 'noble.' I must admit, when I spoke of the poisons, their faces grew quite pale. It was as if none of them thought a lady should know so much on the matter. He did ask me if I knew any other poisons that could assist us, so what was I supposed to do? Come up with some names without any other constructive information? Once we go to Ered Luin, everything will go back to normal. I just hate that I cannot do any of the fighting and that I will have to get either Ross or Ethiliwyn to mix the poisons. It's a pain to be pregnant, my friend. I have a tendency to forget and try to do things, but everyone else reminds me and tries to force me to behave. Can you see my frustration? I am expected to become dependent upon others. Yet becoming dependent is not something I have ever been good at.
Eventually I will get my independence again, I hope. Though, I still feel as if I have to protect both Ross and our child. Who knows what the future will be like, my friend. It will always be a mystery.
