Neyaa

Nimeway had lived in Bree for a little while.  She had made only one friend at that point, being her dog, Baloo.  The only other person Nime really knew was Maydawn, her sister.  Nime typically spent her time sitting in the back corner of the Pony for it was the easiest place to snatch a little food and was warm.  To tell the truth, Nime never told Maydawn of her hardships.  She would always smile and pretend that everything was alright whenever she spoke to May.

Hello again my leathery friend. Been a few days since last we spoke, last time must have been while I was still in the mountains.

And so we are here, you and I, alone in the cold mountains. It is nice to just relax for a moment. Who would have thought you were the only I dared taking with me. I considered leaving a note for Neyaa.. but I could not chance that anyone else would find it, and at the end of the day, I need time to think.

Hello laddie. I do not know why I have opened you today, I just thought it was a long time since last we talked.. and by that I meant I ranted on paper about what I was thinking, while you just took it like the whore you are... Yet you take no coin for this.. A charitable whore perhaps?

I suppose it is time to write in you again, bastard... If you were a real person you would have the knowledge of a veteran sellsword already.. As if you are in confidence with the voices in my head. I am not certain whether to take solace in this or to find it frightening.

I fear we are beginning to be a wee bit too familiar to each other... I would never have thought I had this many thoughts.. Drinks, women, coin, food.. I used to believe that was it.

Well I am back you little leathery shit. Glad to see me I bet. Probably just as happy as I am to see you.