Lockewood

     Today started out like any other day.  I jumped a few bandits, took their loot, gave most of it back to their victims, and of course kept some for myself.  Nothing too special about the brigands I robbed in Chetwood and near the Lone Lands either.  After a day's work and all that, I went over to the Prancing Pony again, to have myself a drink and meet up with the usual friends.  We all met at the table, and I decided to stand at the end of it.

I know this isn't in my best interest to write any of these thoughts out, and I'm very certain it will backfire horrendously, though.. for my own sake and possibly those around me, I guess I will.  

  In the following nights after Aallan proposed his plan to rob a giant in the Brandy Hills to Dufr, he drew up a map of the far western areas of Bree-Land using a quill pen, a sheet of parchment, and an inkwell.  All three of which he certainly did not steal from a drunkard or a crook of a book-keeper...  On and off, he would illustrate the areas and where the giant could possibly be, as well as mention his 'little' venture with the fair Brynleigh.  Upon hearing of this trip to the giant's hut, she had worried in her heart if Aallan had gone mad.