It’s strange to write in this book again. I’ve grown used to the days blurring together, without the need to keep track.
I must remain here for awhile. This town is uncomfortable. It watches you.
There are people staying in the same house as I am. Cleric. Knight. The claw-girl. The ragged boy. They knew Lorrimor too. We’re all included in his last behest.
I told him I was sorry. What he said in his will, he thinks I can look after his daughter. He thinks I can find out what’s going on in this town. That was a different man who could do all those things. He’s dead now. I told him I was sorry.
I must remain here for awhile. I must try not to make matters worse.