[Lareth]

~Dusty beginings~

It's been a busy week, which explains why I haven't had much time to write before this, however now I find myself with time on my hands, and a nice lake with good fishing to while away the hours as I put pen to paper.

I've played the part of delivery boy mostly these last few days, which, whilst somewhat dull, has allowed me a good opportunity to travel Mistone and to see much of what the continent has to offer. The exercise has done me good as well, helping me to shake off the last cobwebs from my sea voyage, so I am thankful for that. Now though, I must concentrate on the more difficult jobs that I have undertaken thus far, when I say difficult, I really mean dangerous. Dusty and dirty as well they've proven, the contract I have to recover some strange compound for a man named Friar has had me skulking around in the catacombs there, facing the walking dead who roam at will amongst the tombs and graves that have been placed within. Most of these lesser undead I seem well able to defeat, either by bow or with my blade, though there are some within there that have more testing powers, including one who was able to call upon magics to aid it, still that one too fell before me, making me thankful of my fathers lessons with the sword. The main challenge lies at the end though, and that has thus far proven more than a match for me, seemingly it is invulnerable to my weapons, which not suprisingly puts me at a serious disadvantage. My feelings are that I must find others to aid me in this task, even if that means a split of the payment... after some is better than none, which is all my efforts thus far have garnered me. Vehl and Hempstead being port cities though, I have no doubt that I shall be able to find help.

Of other things, during my break for fishing here, I had what seems to me a lucky meeting, a man named Hardragh came out of the Inn that resides in the large oak here at the Stormcrest crossroads. It was pleasant to be able to spend some time in idle chatter with him, with nothing more important to talk of other than the pleasure that fishing and hunting might bring. Towards the end he mentioned that if I was in need of work, I should contact him at the main inn of Leringard, the Leringard Arms, and he might be able to find it for me. If nothing else, I think it will be worth the price of a piece of parchment to write and find out if there is anything to which I can turn my hand.