Journal entry 486:
I have not written here for several weeks for there has been so much that has happened that I have had little free time; and now I have the seemingly impossible task ahead of me to catch up with these entries, and I hardly know where to begin.
Whilst I sought refreshment at the old Red Dragon Inn one night, I met a gent, or more precisely, a French pirate, by the name of Jean de La Fontaine. We had many nights of interesting discussions and grew to trust each other.
His wife?s name is Tera Destre, and she works as a bartender and calls in the dueling arenas, places that I had not frequented in many years. Evidently she and I had met long ago in the arena, for she knew of me. She is a beautiful woman in every way imaginable, so when her husband made the request of me, I had willingly agreed to keep a protective eye over Tera Destre while he was at sea on a commission of trade. The trip was estimated to only last for two weeks. No one could have anticipated the outcome of that fateful voyage.
During that time I grew quite close to Des and found her presence to be far more enjoyable than perhaps I should have. I stayed at their apartment at night, sleeping on the couch where I could watch her as she slept. After several nights, when she needed more comfort than usual, I slept with her upon the floor. My arm was around her to provide comfort, but there was no action that would be deemed inappropriate. I must confess that I might have found more comfort in those nights than she did.
We were soon sleeping together upon her couch, and one night I nearly kissed her in a much desired but quite inappropriate way. I think it was at that moment that I realized that I was beginning to fall in love with her ? something that I was trying to resist.
One night at the Inn a young man from the ship?s crew arrived and gave us the horrible news that Jean had died, going down with his ship during a terrible storm.
I have not written here for several weeks for there has been so much that has happened that I have had little free time; and now I have the seemingly impossible task ahead of me to catch up with these entries, and I hardly know where to begin.
Whilst I sought refreshment at the old Red Dragon Inn one night, I met a gent, or more precisely, a French pirate, by the name of Jean de La Fontaine. We had many nights of interesting discussions and grew to trust each other.
His wife?s name is Tera Destre, and she works as a bartender and calls in the dueling arenas, places that I had not frequented in many years. Evidently she and I had met long ago in the arena, for she knew of me. She is a beautiful woman in every way imaginable, so when her husband made the request of me, I had willingly agreed to keep a protective eye over Tera Destre while he was at sea on a commission of trade. The trip was estimated to only last for two weeks. No one could have anticipated the outcome of that fateful voyage.
During that time I grew quite close to Des and found her presence to be far more enjoyable than perhaps I should have. I stayed at their apartment at night, sleeping on the couch where I could watch her as she slept. After several nights, when she needed more comfort than usual, I slept with her upon the floor. My arm was around her to provide comfort, but there was no action that would be deemed inappropriate. I must confess that I might have found more comfort in those nights than she did.
We were soon sleeping together upon her couch, and one night I nearly kissed her in a much desired but quite inappropriate way. I think it was at that moment that I realized that I was beginning to fall in love with her ? something that I was trying to resist.
One night at the Inn a young man from the ship?s crew arrived and gave us the horrible news that Jean had died, going down with his ship during a terrible storm.