6 Septembris, 354
First time I’ve messed with this diary in about a year. The nightmares about Jacob have come back hard and strong in the past few weeks, probably because of what’s been going on with him…he who shall not be named…That’s all I have to say on that subject. I won’t fill this thing with curse words, in Lithmorran or Tubori either one.
I’m hoping to be a Troubadour, but I don’t know how it’s going to go. To explain how I can make up stories at the drop of a hat, I’m going to have to answer some hard questions about my past. We ran the scam of me being a poor lost child while my brothers robbed people blind for years. It was only when Jacob and I got to be thirteen or so that Lucas was finally able to make it so we wouldn’t have to do that anymore. Lucas always said that he only targeted thieves or other scam artists, but I’m not so sure about that. I was never so sure about anything with him after he almost drowned me, though.
In any case, I just hope they’ll see that I was a child and did what I had to so we could survive. I’m not proud of it, but it is what it is.