Well, made it to Bree. Not gonna lie, things crashed fast back in Esgaroth. I recommended calling off the job, but the Boss said do it anyway. Thing is, trying to "acquire" something from a diplomat from Gondor was gonna bring the pikers down on us. Whose idea was that anyway? We were a Smuggler's Guild, not a Thieves Guild. I mean, a lot of what we did wasn't smuggling, but high-profile jobs like that? Don't send a smuggler to do that, send someone with experience. Like myself, for instance. Ah well, wasn't the Boss's fault that the diplomat ended up dead. Kinda feel bad for him, honestly. I'd be dead by now myself if I hadn't had contacts in Dale. That special piker force surprised everyone, although it really shouldn't have.
Anyway, I made it out. Didn't exactly have much tyin' me down 'sides the Guild. Maybe now I can try setting something of my own up. Maybe not as high-profile as the Guild to start. Mercenaries, maybe. Gonna need a cover for once I grow. Stable source of legitimate income. Warehouses to hide goods. A contact network. Ah, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'll get there first, then figure it out. Everyone needs something dirty done, and by the sound of it there's a nice place to stay called The Prancing Pony. Whatever I do, I'll start there.
