This can't end well. I know it. I feel it in my guts. But than again, nothing ever seems to anyway. Piperel's not good for me. How am I supposed to leave her to be? She's sweet; a breath of much needed fresh air. But well, where's the fun in it being so easy? So simple?
She's so innocent, untainted and knows so little of the world out there. This will definitely not end well, but I'll definitely also see her again. Her brother can just come and kiss my shiny arse if he feels any differently. Bastard, Corrben, self-important pig, Watchman as he is. He can plant his lips on my damn behind if he thinks I'm going to just stand back oh so meekly and listen to him. Who the bloody hell does he think he is?
I’ve been mostly lounging in the Pony, keeping my eye out for the latest contracts the company received. I need the coins. 7Gyold to be precise; and soon. Taala ’s going to kill me, or at least my job's on the line, if I don't make sure about the payment for the horse the contract ordered (Megano). It's been something eating at me for a quite a while now since I came back.
There’s always strangers entering and keeping up some conversation. Tosie or something, a mute girl, speaking of conversations, reminds me a lot about our earlier contact, Falraenn. A sweet girl, timid. I feel sorry for her. Then there’s a few others: a lass who’s father resides in the Lone Lands who lives amongst the poor bastards, the Eglaith. Can't they just open their bloody eyes and smell the damn roses further West? But then I guess they have their reasons. Can’t remember her name, though. Always horrible with that. As well as with the usual drunks and dwarves, hobbits and mead. Dreadful, really. Never get along with 'em.
There came a man to us the other day when I met Pip by the Pony; told us about this "Bear" I've been hearing about; he described the man and that he's been ordered to return this hulk to Rohan. I told the man I'll be in contact. The Bloody Dawn has a contract out for the monster, as well, and I thought it prudent to pay a bit of heed. I didn't know it was the same man. There was the mention of coin, of course. How can I ignore such delights? The man, said to be a towering, lumbering block of meat, is supposed dangerous and to be approached with caution. Pip, though, thought she'd try and entice the fool so we can lure him out. Bastard never fell for it and told Pip something about him being just an innocent framed for something he didn't do. Yes, of course. Bastard must have done something stupid in Rohan to have a bloodhound track him all the way here to Bree. Lucky for me, I guess.
I'd have to talk to the contact and the Dawn again, see if there was any progress on the matter. My sword arm's itching and my pouch is looking rather deplorable.
