[Haradric writing in an small book]
How can a man look in the eyes of another and notice his intent? How can I say without a doubt one can wish me death? It was all there. That night in the tavern. A man with no remorse in his eyes or compassion. Wolfshead they call him now..
I have been to the trial yesterday. Poor Owena, I told so many people that she never deserved what happened.. Ofcourse I was not pleased with hearing the man's punishment as it will keep both Owena and Briony awake at night. The man who caused them so much trouble in so little time haunting the roads.. Vanden did not like it aswell but I think he just wanted to see blood for fun.
I finally laid eyes upon this 'Loakee', the man who courted Owena. He was all that I imagined he'd be. Joking to cover his weakness. I bred some hate for the man although Owena loves him. He better gives her what I could not.
I did not go to watch the punishment of the criminal. I did not care for such torture as it would only lead to my own bad memories. I will find peace if someone ought to take the man's life. He looked at me that night.. The night before.. I have a feeling I won't be safe but I will be cautious. I am not of weak strength like the women he harassed. He will feel a dagger before he even walks up to me.
Enough about this.. I miss Silver more, every day she's gone is like a lifetime away.. It has only been a week but who am I to judge my heart? I am still waiting.
Progress in the business; I finally have the responsibility I wanted. Keeper of Coin. I was praised of the ability to count and write but this time it will not be one ledger but two.. We're planning to open up this tavern to cover up our expenses, we have the staff, we have the manpower. It will only be a moment's time before I can finally bathe in wealth and hopefully to bathe the one I love with all the gifts and surprises she could ever want.
