The Bloody Dawn

So, Aanya, is angry with me! At last she has taken the children into the village square and given me respite from the disgruntled looks and sarcastic comments. It must have been quite the shock returning last night to the sight that befell her. I do not think she picked her jaw up for several hours. I make no apologies, all said and done, it is my home, it happened and cannot be undone. Though it is not my intention to seem unkind, but there are worse things to stumble upon.

And so it came to pass that I parted company with the Sellswords. Though in truth the ties I have formed with them seem impossible to sever in their entirety. My Inn dwells at the foot of the village to which their hall overlooks after all.

I have spent my time in hiding with Inayat and Alfmaer at their home in Hookworth.

During that time Inayat moved out from the house, apparently in with her partner. Alf didn't seem to like him, well of course not, she was blatantly in love with Ina. I think we both spend our nights crying for broken hearts. 

I don't know.

Can I ever love again?

Why would he do this?

I just don't understand.

She approached as I was leaving the shop. It was sunny, I was happy. I don't remember her name. 

She slept with Tim. Tim and her slept together. I don't blame her. She didn't know of me till after I think. I can't remember too well. How he could do this. How?  Why? I loved him! He said he loved me! We were married! We have a baby!

The company of the Bloody Dawn that had set out for Ost Guruth and Katnya had woken up in the Forsaken Inn, to Tim's side beside Gwyn and Basaran had Seaver and Ayla joined as well now.

Is there not a place in this Middle Earth that is not tainted by my memories? I felt it in the Forsaken Inn. As I sat there in the gloom night after night and sunk enough mead to numb my senses to the world last summer. Unbeknown to me that my lover would soon get her dues for the trouble she brought upon herself. I knew it would happen eventually. I knew she wasn't good for me. I knew how that story ended. Yet I carried on with the charade anyway. She should have died by my hand the moment she read of my secrets. They were mine and mine to share alone.

My Darling Son,