*This is written in a trembling manner, scratches can be seen here and there and spilled ink*
Yesterday Annsuel recognized the man that helped that wretch Gwynedh to capture her... I went after him, and so did Basaran who was in the Prancing Pony with Ann, Taala and Rick were outside the Pony, in gentle moments as always and ran after us. We managed to capture that man and after tieing him we took him to a house near the Dawnhall, I took his heavy clothing and boots, and searched him twice to make sure he won't escape. The next morning he was gone...
I was a fool... I should have cut his hand or fingers when I could... I had a huge fight with Nellye... And after I told her that I should have done to him what they've done to Ann she said I was wrong. Later I told Ann what happened and she said she forgives him since he only helped her being kidnapped...
*Here the pen is pressed even harder, in anger*
It seems that I am a fool... All my choices are wrong... I feel so alone... This cold and loneliness consumes me... I think that if I leave, somewhere far I will do them all great good... I'm useless, a fool... What am I to do? Punish those who are guilty in one way or another or do nothing? This cold is overwhelming... Maybe the best choice is to let it consume me completely... Free those around me... I love Nellye but I cause her more pain and anger than I want to. It seems that I understand nothing... My only support is my blade but I feel it will leave me too... What will it do with someone like me? A fool! A fool...
I see the red dawn rising... I am all by myself... in the cold! I have to get up, fight my way up again. And I will, alone or not! No matter how huge is the pain!
