Crook on a Quest (Shezarin's Journal)

Shezarin doesn't have a journal. She keeps an unorganized collection of balled up parchment tucked under her bedroll, and sometimes she carries blank sheets in her breeches.

I knew striking out like this would be a bad idea. Either I run home before the sun comes up and keep the life I have, or I finally break the cycle and betray my closest friend, and leave my father. 200 gold. That's a lot of gold. How free would I be in this place? I would be so hidden. My own choices. My own money. This is my chance to be a normal person. A normal morally questionable person. Striking out like this was a good idea. Yeah, Pinepit went too far. She's dead to me. Or maybe she'll convince that elf that she made some bad choices, but she's worth keeping around, and we'll all be friends. Then poor old Bh u [the words trail off into a sweeping line, then a few smears of ink in a hair-like pattern obscure the rest of the words slightly]

I can't believe these people. That little golden bastard boiled over again and told me the deal was off, all because Estre found out he punched me in her honor. We fought again, and then he gave me 200 gold (I counted). So is the deal back on? I don't know. I'll ask tomorrow. Maybe he's just giving it to me. Now I'm afraid to go back, because I've been gone for too long. I at least have to tell Batki what's going on. Yes, I'll pay someone to take him a note, and I'll send some gold back with him for the family. Then I'm going to buy myself some clothes.