Today has been a rather mixed day.
It started off with Saeric finding me in the inn. He was, to say the least, somewhat annoyed about the manner in which I left him back in Dwaling. We had words, to begin with at least. He tried to claim me ungrateful when both he and I know that I had told him from the beginning that I would travel on alone after a certain point. Besides, it was plainly obvious to me back then that he escorted me not out of a wish to do kindness, but out of a desire to find Drevorin himself. His anger stemmed from my thwarting his attempt to do so and my refusal to be repentant about it.
Much to my annoyance, he decided to attack me. He, like so many others, have only ever known me as a gentle girl lacking a violent bone in her tiny, frail body. How surprised was he, then, when I fought back. Whilst it is true that I did not fare so well against him, still I came out of the altercation with only a few bruises and he with a couple of his own.
Violence may not come naturally to me and I dislike fighting still, but I am not going to be bullied or pushed around by him or anyone else. Those days are gone. I will not be anyone's victim. Instead, I shall stand proud as Trev Gallorg and defend myself as and when necessary. I must give thanks to Blaecwyn and her men for training me, as well as to my people for giving me the will to use that training.
The day wound on with me making a new friend; a man named Welten who came to my aid when he saw Siward draw his sword at me. I shared much enjoyable conversation with this man, for which I am thankful. He seems like a nice sort and his company is agreeable. Alas, he did compliment my looks on more than one occasion which puts me off a little. I have no desire for another relationship, although friendship is welcomed.
I also spoke to Blodwynn and Baradar. They look so happy together! I have promised to return to Bree for her wedding and to craft her a dress for the occasion. I very much look forward to being there on her special day and watching as two of my best friends vow to share their lives together. She was happy with my news and we three spoke for a time, but I did not stay with them for long. Baradar has a terrible habit of being overly affectionate in public and I dislike watching such things. It leaves me feeling terribly uncomfortable.
Later on, I was buying a cup of tea at the bar when I overheard a conversation behind me. My ex-fiancé, it seems, had gotten himself into a little argument with another man concerning Rosabur. What I heard piqued my interest greatly, and so, after the little wench had fled as she does so well and Drevorin had followed her like a puppy called to heel, I decided to go have a chat with this Faustino.
As it turns out, his hatred for Rosabur stems from her having attacked his woman and thinking that she could get away with it. The story sounds hauntingly familiar. Indeed, I still bear the scar of what she did to me those months ago. Whilst ordinarily I would have let it go there, the later betrayal by my love had annoyed me greatly.
Faustino and I traded some information - or more to the point, I told him some very useful things. That included the location of her house, the location of the hall in which Drevorins people meet to strategise along with the fact that my love is not only petrified of that haradrim man from his past but that he also retrieved something from Forochel for him. I know not what Faustino plans to do with such information, although I can guess.
It is odd. I have no interest in vengeance and perhaps my small act of rebellion is a little petty. Yet, I have no loyalty to Drevorin now and I certainly never had any for his pet rat. Somehow, for some reason, I feel good about what I have done this day.
