Journal of an mercenary - "Keep moving!"

I can't believe it. 
That's like I've got the bad luck following my steps.
Some weeks ago I reached Bree, looking for work and now I'm stuck here, inflicted in depths of political problems, fights and shady backrooms.

It's not like I didn't find work, I have.
I'm also having an contract with a kin, called "The Legion of Middle-Earth", but the price isn't what I imagined. 
I hate that elven-pack.
One of them, Ithilwien was the name, approached me in a tavern, called "The Pracing Pony", shortly after I reached Bree.
She told me about herself and asked too many questions, but somehow she was interesting and answered my questions with informations I would not give away myself in her position.
How naive.
Finally we came to business and were talking about kinships and stuff like that.
That's when she told me about  "The Legion".
Of course I accepted to come with her to their kin-house. 
Why shouldn't I?
We met the.. widow of their leader.. thats how I understood it. 
A cold, cruel elvish woman. Naurlith was the name.
She forced me to sign away my payment and in return she would spare my life.
What kind of deal is that? I've got to say, elves are terrible businesspartner.

Now I'm with that bunch of legionairs, getting sucked into their political problems and even getting problems with an group of men, called "The Sunset Knights".

If that Naurlith wouldn't be that interesting, I would have gone long ago and would keep on moving. 
Keeping on one place is dangerous, it's dangerous if people get to know you and start to remember your face. 
Unbelievable.