Siward

I suppose you are half-expecting to read that there has been another significant jump in time given the content of the last page but I must dissappoint you. I am here in my study, quill in hand.

It is early as I write these words, I have just carried my flower home. As I saw her sleeping the morning prior I crept out of the house with a heaviness in my heart. I still could not think. Yet as the day wore on I grew lighter of spirit, the walk clearing my head as I suspected it might. And the further I got from home. Through the woods. The more I wished I had remained in bed at her side. The intensity of feeling building up within me and I dared to smile at the thought of just being around her.

A pie sits burnt in the oven. My mind a blank. It is difficult to think around my flower. Could she be listening to every single word in my head? I contemplate this absurdity for a moment.

Ah, the wailing of babes. Is there any wonder I am going out of my mind unable to think. Sweet and gentle Kríea, I still do not know how she views our relationship. It was never formally so or ever spoken of. She is so unwell she has hardly moved from bed. I forgot what it is like to be woken at all hours by infants. That is the only reason I touch you, you infernal book.

So, here we are again. I did not expect that I should be writing again so soon. I cannot sit there and plaster on a smile and keep my composure after the last three days or so. Taala was the one who broke the news to me, So eaten up I was with regards to Rannie's dissappearance on my recent business trip the news hit me hard.

It has been a long time since my last entry, the contents of which can seem to make me cringe, I have come to terms with the beast within me, it is well satiated this month. I have been expanding my courier enterprises since last I wrote, my cart was assailed by brigands. Kríea's trauma will heal in time from her brief captivity by them. I am still not certain as how I managed to get her out of it and still preserve the precious Lynx furs that were my cargo.

I killed him, I did it today, I can still smell the blood. After these years I finally tracked down the man responsible for all my woe and misery, the man who robbed me of house, home, rank and honour

*Even more badly and half-arsedly written than the first page* Tonight I nearly did something I'd regret forevermore, I mean Flannery's a grand lass 'n all, the very picture of my Aela, just goes to show I've still got it in me, eh... still... I love Jenn more than anything in this world, I can't get away from that fact, yet I need to get out o' this stinking sewer, as it happens I can't bring myself to up and leave, but life drags on...

I don't recognise myself anymore, I said, as I lifted the by now familiar and comforting hood from my face, I don't even know why I bother to wear it anymore, simple matter of habit... the fact that when I first came here I'd no wish to be seen or heard of. I don't recognise myself, these black robes, a coil of thin wire tucked away in my cloak, the daggers, the poison, lock-picks... the tools of my trade.