Being a month or two since the last entry in this journal, since which I have done little with my 'colleagues' the Bandits from the North, until quite recently.
As of late I have seen Carlsson more than usual, probably due to the fact that I have been getting out more often recently. For two months or so I spent my days in my apartment, writing on subjects I found mildly interesting in books other than this one. I seem to have mastered the art of writing without hands, so now I just need to figure out how to do pretty much everything else. I have, luckily, not seen the Black Viper in some time (nor do I care to).
In any case, enough of me. I happened upon Carlsson in the Pony the other day and we went to an alley in the south of Bree. We got to talking, and he informed me of a change in our headquarters' location. Apparently we acquired a house a ways out of Bree, but nonetheless in civilization. We went there, and I admit it was quite nice. I am currently contemplating whether I should abandon the apartment and move there, or to stay in the apartment and keep it as a 'safe house' of sorts for the bandits. In any case I think I'll move some of my books there.
Anyways, that was not the only time I happened upon him recently. I was in Combe getting a book on the effects of various plants on the mind from Leecher Cartwell, and on my way back I saw two men fighting in the street. One was on the ground and as I approached I recognized him as Carlsson.
At that time I was in my 'simple countryman' disguise, so I immediately disguised my voice as soon as I began talking. I feigned recognition of Carlsson as a man named Lenny, and as they still fought I kept indirectly mocking Carlsson's 'friend'. I pride myself on my false country banter, but this was particularly good and cannot go without mention!
Eventually they stopped fighting, and Carlsson's 'friend' wanted a ring that Carlsson had mentioned stealing the other day when we went to the house. Anyways, the fellow demanded the ring, and Carlsson said he hid it away. I assume it's somewhere in the house, since that'd be the logical place to hide something. With that in mind, I offered to take the fellow to the location of the ring when Carlsson continued to refuse to.
Of course, I would never take him to the actual location. I instead led him on a windy path around Midgewater Marshes, up through the Chetwood, into the Weather Hills, back into the Chetwood, then to the shores of Nen Harn. On the way, the fellow introduced himself as 'Alan' (though I don't doubt the falseness of that name), and I introduced myself as Bob Chickweed. We swam out to an island on the eastern side of the lake, and there we stopped.
I'm sure we were both exhausted by this point and we both wanted to be done with the whole ordeal. Alan told me to start digging, but I bluntly told him of my lack of hands. He pushed me out of the way and dug himself. Preoccupied, he took no notice of my sneaking away. I'd bet a whole lot of money he'll be targeting me alongside Carlsson now.
Once I was sure he was gone I returned to Bree. I bumped into Carlsson for a third time, and I told him of my antics. To sum it all up, I said to him, "If you are the wolf, then I am the fox."
