The Remnant Scouts grow bolder.
I spotted one just south of Thorins Halls yesterday. Took most of my will to avoid killing him then and there. That would tell Dieudonnae I didn't want her snooping around the snowy valley in which I have made my home.
Still, I can feel a showdown coming. I can see it on the horizon. It haunts me.
I say haunt, because I don't believe it would be a blessing.
I either die or kill a friend.
Blessing indeed.
I still don't know if I can do it. Even if I don't wield the blade myself, will some misguided sense of loyalty demand I do not allow someone to kill Dieudonnae?
To kill my friend?
This conundrum keeps me up at night now. I fear Robynwen has heard me tossing and turning, calling out in fear, or pain, or...something.
She knows I am afraid.
And that scares me more than anything.
I am a broken man.
