Skelcar

Despite my best efforts, my disappointment at being excluded from Taala and Eroforth's wedding feast still occupied my thoughts. What had I done to deserve this? ah, she is a cold one that Taala, but her husband is not. I do not claim to know him well, but I liked him instantly the first time I met him, and this was what? Perhaps the third time I'd met him?

Left to the sands at such a young age as the Variag describes it, abandoned by her mother whom her master later bid her to murder in order to prove her worth and her loyalty. It is perhaps unsurprising that the dark skinned beauty I have come to know is so cold. Unfeeling. And yet sympathy stays my blade. I have for long enough in the past played judge, jury and executioner when the darkness took me. At first hunting down individuals myself. Then in the hiring of a murderer I thought I could control when my face had begun to be too well known to do so effectively.

I know not what to say, twice now have I expected damaging confrontations. I write hastily to sum up goings on because although my work is diminishing it is not yet diminished enough for my tastes. 

Potentially wounding words there might have been and at least some form of anger or reprisal directed my way and twice I have been disappointed by my expectations. A good thing, you might say.

And so it came to pass that I parted company with the Sellswords. Though in truth the ties I have formed with them seem impossible to sever in their entirety. My Inn dwells at the foot of the village to which their hall overlooks after all.

Why do I feel this way?

As if there's nothing inside me...

Like I'm nothing but a shell.

I don't feel anything. At first I was sad, then angry and worried. But now I feel... nothing. I'm nothing without him. I know I shouldn't depend on him so much or well that's what pa-pa would say but...

Without him I'm empty. Perhaps that's why I'm looking for him, desperate. Business you said. The next evening you said you would return... but you never came home did you? 

Where are you Skelly?

I need you...

I knew life in Bree would be hard, but not this hard. If I had known of the struggles I would face, perhaps I would have stayed in Dale. But then again I'm not the same lass I once was. I used to fear my punishment for misbehaving now I don't fear much... Losing Skelly aye but nothing as petty as a punishment... Not anymore.

I wonder how other people would feel in my position... If they'd be sad, scared, nervous.

Seaver recently returned with bad news, he's currently staying with me and Skelcar. His love was murdered in cold blood, I promised Seaver I'd help and Skelcar is now involved too. But, now I regret it, one of the men who is thought to have killed her is a friend of mine and drinking buddy.