Talvor

Late into the night Seaver talked with Calilla Yishai, as he so often has in recent times. He spoke with her of his innermost thoughts, there the Variag listened to him as she does with her usual patience and willingness to lend a friendly ear.

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.

So we have finally returned to Bree. I have enjoyed resting back in our home after the long ride from Rivendell. I look to the future with a new hope in my heart, such as I have not felt for many years.

It has been a long time since I last recorded my thoughts. I find my mind is full of recent events - perhaps writing them down will help clear them.

So it seems Bree has not changed. There is always a drunken brawl to be had near the Pony. It turned out that one of the men involved has agreed to become part of House Thorongial! I will have to keep some of these folk in line if they begin to damage our reputation.