A pile of silver and boundless opportunities to accumulate more and what do I find myself doing?

Lingering in taverns like I’ve nothing better to do.

What have I been thinking?  The wine isn’t even very good.

While taverns are by far one of the best sources for gleaning information, they’ve been nothing but petty nonsense lately; drawing out only the worst of people without a hope for the the best or even the most interesting.What do I care of who’s sleeping with whom, or any of the rest of itOh sure, there’s been the occasional Vek sighting (well, suspicion anyway) and the uproar they’ve caused lately has almost completely squelched my own reputation within the city, but stillSeven forbid people actually use their Gods-given skills and intellect to do something… interesting for a change.

And those who wonder why we’re being hunted have to look no further than themselves to find the answers.

Pettiness makes us weak.

Weakness makes us prey.

I am neither, nor will I ever be.

I won’t be I REFUSE to be drawn into it again.

Who would have thought the suns would rise to see the world
bathed red beneath them?

If only it were Balor’s light giving an eerie glow to the
Crossroads, but it wasn’t… oh no, it wasn’t.

Who would have thought that I, the ruler of the streets, the
terror of the nobles, the bane of the Watch…

Who would have ever guessed that I would seek to defend this
city from those who would destroy it?

I may be the worst of my kind, but by all that’s holy, this
city is

MINE.

If you think you have good reason to know it ICly, contact me first please.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it.

And as an aside, if you’re interested in the character’s past, you can find earlier entries here:

Raven’s Journal