The Bloody Dawn

I sit here in my bed, I sit here watching her face, I sit here wondering if I am cruel for this "love". I demand her to be mine, yet I do not wish to be solely hers. I tell her to leave, but I want her to stay. I want to rip out her heart and eat it, and yet I held her through the night. Her face is so pale and peaceful, nothing like last night, tears running down her face. She grabbed my arm and pushed me, I wanted to rip off her head.

We have grown close us two, have we not? You know me and I.. well I am you. So you like me just as much as I do, I suppose.. Unless you judge me, I would agree.. some of these things written down does seem.. less than admirable on paper..

I suppose it is time to write in you again, bastard... If you were a real person you would have the knowledge of a veteran sellsword already.. As if you are in confidence with the voices in my head. I am not certain whether to take solace in this or to find it frightening.

I fear we are beginning to be a wee bit too familiar to each other... I would never have thought I had this many thoughts.. Drinks, women, coin, food.. I used to believe that was it.

Guess who is back, laddie. You are right, your owner, your king and your master. To tell you the truth, I have never met anyone like you that could hold secrets this well... But then again.. I fear that you would spill all easily if you were captured.. I am keeping my eye on you.

To Hardoleth, Captain of the Bloody Dawn,

In the following "journal" you will find all my observations concerning the noble houses currently residing or operating in Bree-town and the surrounding regions, as well as any comments and speculation I may have on the information I gained.

I have disguised my notes as a journal, as many people keep their journals private, and it would justify me hiding this book and often writing in it. I hope that you will find the information I have provided satisfactory.

-River Oaks

Well I am back you little leathery shit. Glad to see me I bet. Probably just as happy as I am to see you.

I do not know if you know this, book, but I come from Beggar's Alley. The part of town where no one wishes to be from. Shit staining the streets and the lowlife of all town would meet here. I would run errands for them for coin, which I would give to my mother when I got home, and at twelve, I was on my own.