The Bloody Dawn

Diary,

I brought my sister the hunting leathers I hemmed in for her and watched her change. I could not help but feel a coal of jealously ignite in my heart. Traveling was something I have always dreamed of and now she's going to the mountains. The Blue Mountains, I've heard the dwarves speak of them in reverence and I dreamed of their icy peaks and biting winds, the hidden coves and trickling waterfalls.

~ A crumpled up and yellowed parchment, frayed at the edges and worn from continued folding along the middle, would lie thrown somewhere in Combe, blowing in the Spring breeze ~

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

You can't actually make this up, the one girl I suspected of nefarious leanings seems to simply just potentially be innocent. Whereas I am now informed that Kríea is a con artist with a high price on her head for her crimes in Dale. The man could have been lying of course. But as I stood over the ditch that is to be his final resting place. How could he have been? What purpose does it serve. Madness, absolute madness I tell you. This is the girl who I know for a fact to be naive, foolish. He must have been lying. He must have tricked her into his work.

I woke up today with a pounding head but I felt significantly more well rested as the morning wore on. Last night I had such a fright, Taala could have very easily read my book though I do not know as she would violate my privacy in such a way. Within these pages are sensitive matters. She very nearly could have read them all within the space of an evening. I suppose I am fortunate she was worse off for the mead. My innermost thoughts, bound in fetters. She could have been privy to them all. If not them all, Then a very great deal. I have been so vulnerable.

Basaran the enigmatic Captain of her late fathers mercenary company The Bloody Dawn.

The few manor houses in Bree-land are all of a similar design, Therefore as I look around the vast hall I would have acquired for myself on the hill I am at once reminded of the smouldering ruin I made of my parent's mansion home. Nonetheless, this is the one place I can come now and be alone. I wouldn't normally have brought anyone here under any other circumstances but just across the village in my humbler abode by the river Kríea sleeps. I have enlisted the aid of Leecher Cartwell who attends to her on a daily basis.