So… It’s been a while since I wrote one of these. A lot has happened, and I find myself with enough time to write now. Perhaps this will help me work some things out.

I’ve got a plan to build a tavern, a place where people can come to play games of chance, or perhaps just to contract mercenary or bounty hunter services. I found that the best way to avoid the law is to be mostly acceptable to the law here, so an open business is best. I can still run covert jobs for some extra cash, but a front will definitely be useful.

The hour was late and the night ominously long. The Constable sat in the jail, boots propped up on his desk and smoldering pipe crooked between his lips. Who knew a piece of damnable fabric could be so foreboding.

After a picturesque ride through the Breeland countryside, Xandilif, Finchley and Eduwiges rode into Trestlebridge, locals dodging out of their way. Drawing her warhorse to a halt with a clatter, Xandilif looked around. "This place still looks like a burning latrine no one has buried yet. Ya think the 500th time the orcs had burned them out they would get the bright idea to move the town elsewhere or build a fecking wall?”