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A Leathery Journal - (6th entry) Blood and coin

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

I don't know what to write. I don't know why I even keep this damned book. It is only a reminder of bad decisions from the past.

A Leathery Journal - (5th entry) Desperation

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

I now have the wound from a dagger on my left forearm, I guess Briannon did not take well to the thought of capture. She is a most beautiful lass, yet still, I did not expect her to actually use that dagger. People are always dangerous when desperation takes a hold of them. Cathril was fortunately a little easier, she is more sensible than her sister, that might just be her young naivety though.

A Leathery Journal - (4th entry) My kind of song

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

I felt like writing the old song down. Even if I cannot sing I feel like writing it down, I love the decadence of it. Really is much like my view on the world. I do not know why, but it just seemed the time to write it down. I could not tell anyone where it came from, or if it was a true story, I just enjoy the song

 

The nobleman's wife was as fair as the sun, and her kisses were warmer than spring.

A Leathery Journal - (3rd entry) Greed or pride

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

At what point do one's own integrity surpass that of your desire for coin.? When does your hate of a person grow so strong that you refuse to earn their riches? This... filthy, dark-skinned from who knows where, I so wished to put a sword right through his throat then and there, and when I finally tried to grab him by the throat he simply dodged it...

A Leathery Journal - (2nd entry) A contract is a contract

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

I have always been of the mind that a contract is just a contract. However, yesterday I was speaking to Ellae in the Prancing Pony, lovely lass, we were speaking about our latest contract and it seemed as if she did not understand what I do.. or did not want to understand. I consider her a friend, but maybe she does not really understand what I am and how can you not know a friend of yours. She did not understand that I might actually have to draw a little blood to pull off my work from time to time. When I said they were 'marked', she did not understand what that meant.

A Leathery Journal - (1st entry) Who am I to judge?

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

So is this really what it all has come down to... My sanity kept in a little brown leather book. I must have lost the last remnants of my sanity if this is truly the path I want to take, yet I do feel it helps me. How? Well... if all my thoughts are on paper, then they might not be in my head all the time.

A Leathery Journal

Author: 

So this is what it has come down to.. A book holding my last remnants of sanity.

 

The Death of Jerry Wolfhound

The Leader of Wolfhound's Housekeeping Service dead at the hands of the Bloody Dawn mercenary company and Thilech of the Watch.

Sparring

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