Some time has it been, since I alone, had quilled to parchment my thoughts.
My house in order. The streets of Forod littered with eyes and ears belonging to me. Changed are their perspective what once would they steal from one another now only from those who have too much, or too much in my opinion.
Soldiers and Sinners the lot of them and not a finer bunch are they. We see so little traffic in the Forod Walls that it becomes pristine in its placement.
Still these deeds will not do themselves, nor will those who have coin gift it willing. Knife work is afoot soon. Time to get the 'troops' moving. We'll start with that Hobbit Home.
