Goldgel

Well, I figure I might as well get this out of the way while I wait for visiting hours to start.

I got attacked. Again.

Guy in brown clothes--even the bracers he wore--and had an ugly moustache snuck up on me... least, he WAS til he shouted something like, 'The White Orchids will strike!'

I got his shoulder, but he cut me across my ribs... Gods, it still hurts. Physical pain... yeesh... Did it HAVE to be last night when I got attacked again!?

Dal saw to me. Again.

It's crazy.

I was just talking with someone about something--I remember who I was talking with, but I can't remember what it was I was talking to them about--and this armed man decides to barge in!

Neither of us took kindly to that... he threatened us, then threatened Rick... Gods be damned, if I didn't stop him from hurting Rick.

The night was dreary and miserable, the rain sweeping in off the ocean appeared to be unending and unrelenting, despite the harsh desert that the port city was nestled in. A young beggar boy, an escaped slave, sat curled up with his back pressed against the wall of a building. He sat in the muddy streets, filled with grime and filth from animals and humans. 

     My Lord, My Sire,

   As promised, I send now to you a second report, and must grieve once more that you be forced to read it.

   I encountered two men this day, as I prowled about the streets of this dismal town. They were brown of skin, and their speech was foreign to this land. However, I am accustomed to this tongue, for many of their kinsman serve you in your beautifully shadowed land, my king. Having approached me directly, I found them most interesting, and they verbally expressed their mutuality in such thoughts.

It all started as a normal conversation. Carvireth was in town. Dryn, Carvireth, and I were talking to Arnbur, a dwarrow. Morrigon who is Dryn's friend was there as well. She is a very innocent lass of about eleven winters...

Fear is a funny thing that makes people do funny stuff.

…However funny you may wish to define attempting to murder your adopted father’s sister.

The child, though, had good reason of his own. It had been carefully thought through, and the boy had even managed to explain his intentions to her before attempting anything; she didn’t quite understand everything, and he was left unable to explain most of what she asked of him.

Annsuel was sitting in the Pony alone, the night calm and peaceful. Though her silence was interrupted by a young lady who was the sister of a friend of Annsuel's. After her, a handsome Harad man joined the two. Annsuel noted his friendliness, and welcomed him to their table with a warm smile. After him, another woman with a hood came. She seemed odd to Annsuel, but Annsuel was not one to turn someone away. Instead she welcomed her with a warm smile and offered her a wine.