I have always been of the mind that a contract is just a contract. However, yesterday I was speaking to Ellae in the Prancing Pony, lovely lass, we were speaking about our latest contract and it seemed as if she did not understand what I do.. or did not want to understand. I consider her a friend, but maybe she does not really understand what I am and how can you not know a friend of yours. She did not understand that I might actually have to draw a little blood to pull off my work from time to time. When I said they were 'marked', she did not understand what that meant. I fear for the innocence and purity of Ellae might lead her into trouble in the future.
I then realized that these poor Whitrose heirs might be as clueless to their immediate danger as Ellae was to the whole situation. I know they are in Bree and I think I might have put a face on one of them as she let her lips slip, while in my presence, that she is "Briannon Whitr..." I am fairly certain she is indeed one of those heirs. We checked the citizen archives, the lad guarding them left for a few silvers. What dedication, whatever happened to honor and integrity to your assignments... We found a couple of Whitroses, though only two locals who were still breathing or at least accounted for, Briannon Whitrose and Cathril Whitrose. 2000 gold coins for just finding this out seems like too good to be true...
I am concerned over such a high price for this small a deed. Something seems fishy about it. It might just be my own paranoia that is getting to me, but again.. that paranoia has kept me alive 37 years. Perhaps I am just going soft, but I feel like these girls are doomed, even if I refuse the contract. We might as well take it then, at least I can take care of them with some humanity if the employers permits it.
