Drunken ravings, mostly in Lithmorran, some in Tubori
Drunk again. So many secrets. Mountains and Tubori and horses. Amazing how one couple can make you want to run screaming and another can make you happy to be alive. If I don’t get annulled, I’m gonna have to withdraw my seeking the Bards. Can’t have the scandal of a whipped husband. So stupid, so completely stupid.
The diary lapses into a long string of curse words interspersed with stupid, idiot, and Arien.
Started a rumor about Talya and Harund Braye to help with that nasty one about her. Maybe not one of my better ideas.