Today started out like any other day. I jumped a few bandits, took their loot, gave most of it back to their victims, and of course kept some for myself. Nothing too special about the brigands I robbed in Chetwood and near the Lone Lands either. After a day's work and all that, I went over to the Prancing Pony again, to have myself a drink and meet up with the usual friends. We all met at the table, and I decided to stand at the end of it. Our conversation was amusing enough, talking about springtime, dragons, and even Dryn's future employment. Baldmar was kind enough to offer the signature honey cakes of his folk, and I dipped one in my tankard of milk and mead. After I emptied my tankard, I took it over to Mister Barliman, and started a long chat with the good fellow.
That was when Brynleigh and Baldmar departed for another room when I started to ponder something, and went outside to think about it. I of course said Baldmar ran off with Bryn while I was chatting with Barliman, though Dryn and Conrob seemed rather unresponsive, due to them being deep in their own conversation. While outside, I took in the spring air around the Pony. I went in through the back, and set myself at the fireplace behind the bar. Though I didn't hear much, if anything, I could guess two possibilities: Baldmar's news from the Watchers in Evendium, or something from his kin concerning our visit to the Vales in the coming summer.
Both of them exited the room, and Bryn asked me if I was eavesdropping or guarding, to which I answered with a possibility of both. It was at the moment of Bryn informing me what Baldmar said was for her ears only that everything involving my friends hit me with a revelation. None of my friends trust me. Whether it's Conrob's wariness towards me being alone with Brynleigh, Cesistya's fear of me being consumed by evil as well as the fact she considered having me turned over to the watch for my deeds, Brynleigh losing faith in my word and abilities to the point of condescending me, Raven's irritation at my ineptness of attempting to help him from his constant wounds and demanding to take the key away from me at first... yes he gave the key back later when I asked to be fair, or even new folks and Baldmar seeing me as little more than a joke. Worst of all, I am certain Dufr goes to his "trips" up north or with his kin and never even lets me know of how he is faring, even though I tell HIM of my life. I have to sneak around and spy on him to even get an idea of what he's up to when he's not around me. The closest thing I have to a father, and he can't be bothered to trust me with even basic details of his errands....
Bryn seemed rather pained by this, but at that point, I didn't even care anymore. I couldn't be of use to anybody if I couldn't be trusted with even the simplest of tasks. I walked off, with Bryn calling to me, though I wasn't in the mood... though I did hear her say that she wasn't reprimanding me. For the first time in a while, I smoked some pipe weed outside, before saying my final goodnight to Conrob and Brynleigh, wishing them a safe trip. I suppose I'll ride off somewhere to get my mind off of this.
