Bree

And it all came down to the final blow, the strike that caused to end the life of yet another target. Another human being with all rights to live, in the eyes of the wise.

I would not refer to it as a diary, more like a logbook of memorable occurrences . A diary one would write in daily, which I do not. We can call it a logbook of sanity, as above all else I have to try to hold on to the thought that I am not entirely losing my mind with the current, stressful profession.

I find myself in the lands of Men, oddly enough.  Bree, specifically.  Were it up to me, I wouldn't be here.  It's a dirty place, filled with roguish and unsavory folk.  Well, I have met a few kind people, to be truthful, but not enough to make me wish my stay were longer.  I am only here because of the work that needs doing.  I pledged my services, and they shall be given.  But I wish I could move further on down the long road, or at least have need to spend more of my time among more...cultured folk.

It pleases my very heart to see the chaos in Bree, posters telling of murder amongst the House of Hawthorn. The house I have served for just a day or two, and got all the cosy little details. But that was long ago, now I think Bree has forgotten me in the slightest and that I can return to see what fun there is left in this oh so dramatic town. The people believe everything I tell them after all. This can only end up in some good laughter.

Finn.

In a couple days of time I went from wanderer to lord. A vassal to House Hawthorn indeed. I even get to wear ceremonial armour which makes me look rather rich. Now that I've gained my trust amongst House Hawthorn and their allies, we can take down that Market and bring justice back to this southern settlement. Father would be proud.