27 Lithe Trewsday
Today was much less exciting. I spent most of it in the jail filling out arrest reports from the other watchers. While it is a punishment, I've decided to use it to my advantage. I'm certainly learning a lot of about the petty thieves, drunks, and wife beaters of Bree. And becoming familiar with the arresting officers. This crew has changed so much since I was gone, I feel like a stranger in my own home. The rest did my leg some good as it still aches and the big Dunlending seems to not like his cage too much. Once I was off duty, I went to get a pint. It was a bit later than usual but I did run into another officer there. Nessya Cranford. Seems a straight forward sort, and corrected me on calling her Officer when I called her Watcher. So much as changed.
I did look for Tosie but she was not on her barrel nor anywhere else. I have to admit, I looked forward to seeing those lips again. Even if she can't talk, I could stare at her mouth for longer than I'd care to admit. There was another girl there, a strange one with premature grey hair who clung to me like cat hair. It was amusing seeing her and Bill banter and insult each other but she kept making very overt passes at me and even tried to rub against me. I have nothing against her, I even had some pie she offered but she seems a bit off. Finally when she started whispering things in my ear, I took her aside to speak with her in private. The girl told me she wished that I would love her as she loves me. Well, that threw me for a loop. A couple of years ago, I would have taken advantage of that and had her on her knees but I'm trying to change my ways. It's not worth the drama nor have I felt much like being close to anyone recently. I had to explain to her as gently as I could that I was not interested in a romantic relationship and that she could not be in love with me as she did not even know me. She got a bit upset and I tried to smooth things over. For fucks sake, you would think I'd know what to say to a woman to make things go easier after growing up with two sisters but apparently not. Ceriana was her name, odd girl. But I think she'll leave me alone now.
Bill was in top form, he was loudly declaring how he'd bash in the skulls of the southerners. I had to talk him down, when he gets the whiskey in him his mouth is the biggest thing about him. Also, I would not put it past him to storm a refugee camp and take out his brand of 'justice'. The man was a friend of mine growing up, I've known him since we were boys but he's changed. And not for the better. I can't say as I blame him, after what happened to poor Millie. I'll keep an eye on him, as always, and hopefully keep him out of a cell.
