Ayla

And so it came to pass that I parted company with the Sellswords. Though in truth the ties I have formed with them seem impossible to sever in their entirety. My Inn dwells at the foot of the village to which their hall overlooks after all.

It is two turns of the hour glass until dawn, and I have yet to find the sanctuary of sleep, peace from the endless questions that tap upon my skull. Questions, I doubt I shall ever glean the answers to. Why do I trouble myself with this? Why do I even care?  It is because I cannot help but care, he is my friend, he is tormented and troubled, convinced that he is cursed on account of dreadful deeds he has confessed he has done and in confessing them to me, I am now also burdened with them.

I got there with barely any time to spare. I knew the babe was coming soon. I could feel the pains of contractions. They were getting closer, steadier, I wanted to urge my horse faster but I dared not. I could also feel something was wrong with him. I did not know what, I found out later, after I gave birth. I gave birth to a boy. We have a son now. I wish I could say I spent some time with him, recovering, letting him see his son more before he would yet again leave on some vast trip, but it was not to be. It was short lived. A mouthy lass had to put her two coppers into my life.