(Session of 11/17/18)
Rode up the old road towards Millport from Warblewood, delivering potions or something of the like. It’s not my business.
Bandits appeared on the crossroads towards Parham, offered to parley for safe passage. Told the man to get bent if he wanted anything more than a couple gold
He did not take this well, to the tune of 6 arrows to the chest from him and his goons.
I’m getting weaker at keeping my emotions in check on the battlefield. The two of the sods that begged for their lives made me smile with wicked glee.
say ‘Teapot’ say ‘Teapot’. Bastard
It’s the money that matters, you old fool. Don’t enjoy the kill, enjoy the reward.
-A.B.















