Freyun's Diary

Avalon and I took up another contract. Shady merchants are always in the market for sell swords. It's always the same, one day a thief, one day a merchant, they're both one in the same as far as I'm concerned. Goods being sold for three times the amount than what they're worth; and what do we get paid? Less than the cost of feeding their horses I imagine.

It's not the people who hire us that I'm worried about, it's the other sell swords we work with. Every time an operation goes south I don't know who the sell out will be or who will take off with the goods and run. At least with Avalon I know he has my back and I have his. This life style is growing tiring. I'm contemplating joining the fighters guild in Vulkwasten. I know they pay well and they seem like a tight knit group, but I have my reservations. What happens in the middle of battle when the scent of blood is too overwhelming for me and I can't control that consuming thirst? Avalon knows how to handle me but I can't trust anyone else to understand.

Their are other cursed ones who live around Vulkwasten that I have sensed, but they too use powerful magic to hide their presence and not even I can identify who they are. If I am to find a home here I must follow their lead. For now I will refrain from involving myself more than needed until I know whom I can trust.