Ralyn

The members had started squabbling almost instantly about who should lead them in the future. Half of them seemed to be carrion feeders if little else, suggesting different deals with each other to gain the power. Casually, Newell strolled through the Dawnhall and out the door, following the mute he had seen faintly grin at the words that came from the plateau. Outside, he saw the fire that was lit up, and the heavy smell of smoke and burning wood made a stark contrast with the fresh and lively evening air. Around there fire stood two men and a woman, all members of the Dawn.

Forgiveness is not something Catilyn gives easily. She used to. Used to forgive every injury and every slight, every word and every blade, because that was what her father told her to do, and she could at least do that much in his memory. But her forgiveness found her imprisoned for a murder she didn’t commit, found her weeping over corpses, found her broken down and beaten.

Some beautiful paths can't be discovered without getting lost

Mayrin's descent of muddled madness and evil cannot be perceived properly until one hears of her particular hunt of her goal. If it were true that none loved her, merely pitied and humored, then she would have to forcibly prove Oath-Keeper wrong—make people love her.

Well, Bree-Town turned out to be just as devoid of honest work as anywhere else... The first day I went into an inn (locals call it the Prancing Pony... What an odd name for an inn!) I almost had my money stolen. I managed to catch the thief before they got away, but otherwise the trip to the Pony was a complete waste of time. There's little work here, as the townsfolk seem to be awfully distrustful of strangers, even of Men such as themselves!

This is written in a fast manner and sometimes the ink is fading