Briony

Enough information I have learned now to at last begin my most likely tedious search. The search for this Wolfshead. A criminal with many crimes and sins written on him. Permanently like engravings on stone.

So, a journal. Ash bought me one. I don’t know why. It’s not as though my thoughts should ever be seen by any. And if they are, I can only hope they read it all, so that they understand.

All was quiet, as like any other normal Bree night. Fabric hung from the clotheslines between the two buildings that lined the Scholar’s Stair, floating gently in the wind. It was the only motion in the alley, aside from a cat prowling across the wash lines. The moon shone brightly on the town, and in its light the shingles of one of the rooftops seemed to come to life. They raised up from the rooftop, becoming in form a woman dressed in back, a hood over her head.