Dieudonnae

     It seems my current circumstances are not so bleak as once I had thought. This night, not only has the Remnant Order's list of allies grown longer, but Bucta has asked for my hand! Even as I wright, said hand trembles with excitement for this, and my face is nigh frozen in an adolescent grin. I shall recount now the details, that I may never forget them.

  I was approached by a young Dwarf who had learned I was gathering allies to form an army, saying I should speak to a Dwarven Noble by the name of Glarr Mudstubbs.  I called for Robyn and the Dwarf led me to Mudstubbs home, where I knocked and was greeted by a stout, gristled Dwarf and two guards.   The Dwarf bade me to leave my weapons at the door, which I did, in part,  keeping my throwing knives hidden.

As I exited the Prancing Pony after confronting Milada, I spotted an old friend of Kerls; a noblewoman by the name of Rhianonn, talking to a group of strangers.  The square was busy, so I could not be seen talking to her. I pulled a small piece of paper from my pocket, scribbling on it "meet me in beggars alley." I then walked past her, my face covered, dropping it close to her foot as I did so.  Then, without turning back, I hastened to the rooftops around Beggars alley to await her.

After meeting with Gerwolf, I made my way to the Prancing Pony Inn, planning to spend one last night in comfort before returning to Thorins Halls.   I pulled open the tavern door, instantly struck by the smell of ale and burning pipe-weed, pushing my way through the crowds to the bar.  I was about to signal to the bartender so I could rent a room when I looked to my right and saw something that made my blood boil.

Milada stood there, draining the bottom of her tankard.

Milada, who had allied herself with Hughes.

     I am glad to have retrieved you, my confidante, from the ashen remains of my home. It is a great comfort to again be presented the opportunity to record the happenings of my own personal war against the traitorous mass that name themselves "The Exiled". Their latest attack occurred but five days ere, when they burned my Manor to the ground, resulting in the death of my long-time servant, Gamlan the Elderly.

I was not content to leave Bree-land without giving Hughes a proper goodbye, so I returned, with a supply of flammable liquid, and went to her estate.

It seems as though I was wrong to not blame Lady Hughes for the actions of Osdegul, the Lieutenant of her Mercenaries, and now 'tis too late for me to save those she has murdered.  If only I had acted sooner, If I had arrested her, then Kerl might still be alive.

But I didn't

I was a fool.

I trusted her.

And when Hector Worthenine, leader of her band of mercenaries, attacked Sir Kerl and Milada outside the Prancing Pony, the doubts began to creep back in.  

I fear for my niece.

We cannot take two steps without her witnessing or being part of something potentially life-threatening.

We recieved an anonymous tip-off regarding the location of a new bandit hideout, recommending the most experienced of our order

With Kerl in Jail, it was up to me to locate the new Bandit headquarters, and I grabbed the closest comrade I could find.

In Hindsight, I should have grabbed the Second closest.  Robynwen wasn't ready.