Taala

Oh I have great news, lad. Something great beyond measure. The contract has been concluded.

I see your half sister Taala found your journal and has written in it, I shall have to hide it more carefully in future.  Pay no mind to the slanderous words she said about Blince and

*splayed open upon the desk before her lay the blue, leather bound book, its bindings still new and protesting at being held open, the only sound in the room being that of the scratching of quill to parchment and her dog whimpering in its dream filled sleep.

*This is written in a trembling manner, scratches can be seen here and there and spilled ink*

Hookworth, Bree-Land, 24th June

Dear Ravondir

This is of course no letter, and you will not read it. But I find that if I set pen to paper as though to write a diary then no words come; if I think that I am speaking to you, then all pours forth upon the page. I wish that I could unburden myself to you, as I always used in the past; but I know that you would despise me for the things I have done. This letter will not be sent, but will sit in my chest beside the others that I have written to you.

It was unlikely that Basaran would have known what he was letting himself in for when he walked over to greet The Grey Warden in the Prancing Pony.

Between lovers a little confession is a dangerous thing

Hardoleth was often gone when she awoke, though this morning he had overslept, hardly surprising, it had been a long night, a catharsis, a defining moment followed by tenderness and love.