*The back of the previous page also has some sketches. A small body form in a woman's shape is at the top, brackets and numbers provide measurements and lengths. The rest of the page is filled with designs for armor. There are a few helms, some open faced, some not, the designs range from simple to ornate. In fact, so many armor pieces litter the page that it is a wonder any use could come of it. Thought some of them look like the usual cliched paladin gear, and few seem longer and are decorated with spikes and blades. A name is scribbled under each of these more fierce looking items that reads 'Eadris'*
So many ideas, so little materials.... As usual I spent a fair bit of time up North these past few days, strip mining the Basin or anywhere else I could find a vein of metal. My work has slowed considerably. There has been a great deal going on and I wish to be a part of it, I just don't know where to begin. I'll talk to Aria when she can find the time. It's busy being the Lightbringer, so many demands for your attention. She handles it with the same grace and staunch dignity as so much else.... In the mean time, I'll keep at it. I've recently outfitted Eadris twice with new armor and she wears it beautifully. I enjoy helping her, I enjoy knowing that my hard work protects my friends from harm. It's a good feeling to know you've made a positive difference in someone's life, a feeling I've grown to enjoy more than I could commit to words on paper.
I was resolute today in my continuance to make amends. My first stop of the day was in Stormwind. I had to visit a supplier for the Mug to order what we'd need for this weekend...
It was funny, Jaffar was the owner now since Bill and Loituma had taken a sabbatical, but he delegated a great deal of his authority to me. He tends to run it more like a partnership; I always give my opinion and in the end defer to his leadership. Quite a few people see my more active role and assume I'm in charge and I'm never sure how to take that. Do I act responsibly enough? I know that more often then not I end up being the bad guy, the surely barkeep who doesn't mind making sure a customer knows their place... It's easier for me, I guess. Anyhow, now and again I do the rounds, making sure assorted food and drink supplies are ready, paying out bills, whatever Jaff needs me to do. I like the responsibility, more than I thought I ever would. That first night I agreed to help him out so many months ago, I figured it was a one-time deal. Never in a million years would I have thought it would lead me to where I am.
So I knew I owed him an apology. I know it's not always easy being my friend and after so long so many of our old friends have disappeared he was my oldest and most valued buddy, and I wanted him to know I appreciated it... Jaffar has always been a nicer guy. Sure we've had our schemes and our share of misdeeds but he's always the first guy to try and calm someone down or make someone feel better. I would do a lot better to emulate his good qualities, rather than commiserate with our bad.
*Under this paragraph are a some drawings of boots and gloves with hidden knives inside. The mechanisms for their deployment drawn in great detail. *
When I found him, he was hard at work in the Mug, going over the books. At first he tried to get rid of me, assuming I was there to mess with him. I noted a pattern so far. Would all my friends and allies think this was a prank? Have I been so capricious that everyone would assume that my sudden outpouring of feelings was part of an elaborate hoax? I pressed on and either by the look on my face of the seriousness of my tone, by the third time I asked to talk with him he agreed.
I had no idea what to say, and all at once I let him have it. I explained I wanted to change, I explained that I was thankful for good honest work. He took everything in with silence, listening intently. I thought perhaps I had overstepped and weirded him out, maybe he'd demand to know if I was drunk or taking drugs, but he stayed quiet. I thanked him most of all for our friendship and apologized for times I could recall that I had not been worthy of his trust and loyalty and times that I'm sure had happened that I couldn't recall. He was silent after I'd stopped. I thought for sure he would send me packing. Here I was completely unguarded, telling my partner in crime that I was growing up, and couldn't play at being robbers any longer.
His single reply was a raised fist that I met with my own.
He smiled at me and nodded, clapping me on the back and disappeared into the kitchen. I was dumbfounded, completely and utterly. He returned with some of the booze we'd quested for in two tall mugs. Certainly, he thought, I had not given up drinking entirely, and I'd share a drink with my best friend. I obliged him and we sat, silent for a while, feet up on the table looking over the various invoices and bills.
The silence was broken by a joke, an item we were billed for that neither of us recalled ordering. Laughter turned to conversation and I listened as he told me of Ambrosine, his feelings, how running the Mug was going. For the first time in a long time, we talked. Like two (mostly)sober adults.
*An assortment of vicious knives are drawn here, and indeed in many open spaces. Some are quite large, some very small. The variety is impressive. From simple punch daggers to trench knives.*
I left to head back home feeling very good. Two down...how many to go? It was a long road to personal repentance but so far it had been going better than expected. I would continue as soon as I could. For now it's back to work, money won't make itself and if there's anything I learned from my old man it's the benefits of being industrious in one's labors.
*A light looking metal and leather suit is drawn at the bottom of the page. It looks heavy than normal leather armor, as thought it was a hybrid of that and plate. A note is scribbled under it which reads, "Must teach Jaff to wear metal, this leather stuff is horrible"*