Hardoleth

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.

Dear Papa,

Dear Diary,

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.

My dear Papa,

Leather lad, I am Hardoleth in case you did not know. I do not like you, and from what you learn I doubt you like me, yet we have to work together to preserve us both. No one wants a used journal and no one wants a mad sellsword.

Here we are again my little leathery bastard, you are one of the few things I kept when moving and I have no idea why... Funny thing, is it not?

I was born by a river, and just like that little river, I have been running ever since. From the watchmen. From scorned women. From death, who if I might add is a persistant bastard.. The patience he has taken to go after me is commendable. It is nice when a few easy days follow.