Daigan

*curled up on her side in bed, bleary eyed, she starts to write. Sighing and methodically trying to place down recent events to her journal, her emotions evidently creeping into her words as she works down the pages..

*looking briefly at the wall to gather her thoughts, she continues..

*Sat on a table in the Pony, Barley munched up the scraps of meat on the dented iron plate.  Giggling at his enthusiasm she lay the journal on the table and opening it at a clean page, she begins to write

*Quickly she grabs the plate before it is nosed off the edge of the table.  Lifting Bareley toward a small bowl of water she continues, looking over her words and frowning before putting ink to paper..

''Blodwynn told me of Ilaru's plan.. How I am going to love the outcome of it. Either one of my enemies is going to die and I doubt Ilaru will get out of this unscathed. Perhaps she will die by Drevorin's hands, and Davick ends him? It leaves me with having to deal with Davick, but I doubt he will form much of a problem if it would go down like that, now will he? He does after all love Ilaru. I wonder how that lass of his would react to that news, I doubt she will stay with him for long.

''And the truth always comes to light.. I never decided to give it any attention in my writing, but they finally pushed it to the limit. And here I thought Drevorin was my only enemy, but alas, I had to find it much closer. Ilaru has finally shown to what harlot she has turned into. A heartless shrew she has now become, trying to feed this into Blodwynn's mind. Empty promises are made, about protecting Blodwynn, making sure Drevorin will not show up anymore.. Who are they kidding? Themselves? She's a fool and thinks she has outgrown her mangled being, but she hasn't.

''It all happened so fast. We were only just back from our trip to Bearn's house and all of a sudden she tells me to grab and snatch that woman. But eventually, why? Why did we do it? She of course had something in her possession that was not hers, and with what we did we got it back, or so we hope. But will there be a cost? She threatened to retaliate several times, but I took them lightly.

''I have finally arrived in Waymeet, it took me quite some time to travel here, though it was worth the time. There are several signs of 'long-shanks' having stayed here, that's how the little people call us, long-shanks.

''Night is falling, so I can only write untill the light dims. They got me past those highwaymen with fair ease, but I can still hear them scream as my guardians fell them with their blades. It was quite a horrifying sound. We've reached the borders of Rhovanion. I am little aware of how we got here this fast as I did not have time to pay attention to where we were headed, but today they told me where we were. None of them have told me their names, though all six of them seem equally skilled with blade and bow. I wonder if they work for the same people as I do?

''Today I woke up with a terrible headache. Did I have another one of my nightmares? I don't know... They seem so real lately.. Perhaps they are trying to tell me something. I found another letter, slipped underneath my door. I recognized the seal immediately, would I have to leave once more? It was a dark red, wax seal. The image displayed in the wax was that of two swords crossing one another, with an eagle behind it spreading It's wings. Did he enjoy his power? Does he abuse it? He has no care for our own physical and weary state. Why would he, we're his puppets after all.