The first rule. Remember the first rule.
This is the third time I've seen that man. Firstly in the tavern when he accused me of getting him addicted to mulled wine even though I don't recall seeing him previously. The second time he turned up in the jailhouse during my second incarceration, speaking out against the silly hood ban. Thirdly he finds me at the tavern again, asks too many questions, makes too many assumptions and tries to get me to go with him to the Barrows. I don't know who he is. I don't care who he is. I don't trust him.
My plans will have to change. For as long as that stalker man is wandering the barrows, I'll turn my sights elsewhere. I spent the afternoon in the local scholars respite, looking over maps of the area in search of possible places of interest. There are a few.
It may be a bad time to go, but that's exactly why I need to.
Honey is facing some hard times with her lover; a man with too many excuses and too little conviction. She should have her friends around her, but that's the problem. I shouldn't be one of them. I shouldn't care about any of this.
Eordion is also a problem. He had a woman. He was very clear about this. He had a woman so I kept my distance. Have a laugh and a flirt, yes, but no touching. I stayed away, but he stayed on my mind. Even after the nameless man, the pallete cleanser, he remains there. This is not good. Not good at all. Now I'm told his woman is dead. Murdered. He may do something stupid. I shouldn't care. This is not my problem. So why am I so concerned?
I should leave. I should just pack up my stuff and go. No goodbyes. No looking back. But I made a commitment to Honey, to the shop she wants to start. I can do both. I can leave and send stock back without having to come personally, right?
That's what I'll do. I'll keep my promise to her, but I'll leave for my own good.
Remember rule one. Stick to rule one. Never get attached.
I'll leave. Just as soon as I know that they're both alright,
