Dearest Diary,
I've made my decision. I've got to leave for the city soon, before I implode.
Bonur is great, but he and Arella are the only thing keeping me here, and I know they want to have a child soon. There won't be any room for little old Olrastra, and that's okay. After everything they've been through, they deserve their happiness.
Bonur told me about a job as an 'urban bounty hunter' – apparently you get good money hunting down criminals. (I'd be fine just playing viol for money, but he and Arella say I need 'stable work,' whatever that means.)
Well, I'd best get to practicing with my daggers again. Criminals won't stab themselves!
Olrastra
Dear Diary,
This city is marvelous! I found a little apartment near an antique store, so I know where all my money is going to end up. I already bought the perfect white dress for… well, some occasion, I'm not sure what, but I know it'll come up! There are some darling earrings I've got my eye on, but I needed the money for rent and food. Next time I'm paid, perhaps.
Speaking of being paid… this whole urban bounty hunter thing isn't quite as lucrative as Bonur might've implied. I did meet someone interesting who said he might have another job for me, which could be fruitful. I'm going to meet him tomorrow night at a bar called [scribbled out] to talk more about the opportunity.
Here's hoping I end up with enough money for those earrings!
Olrastra
Dearest Diary Mine,
The job opportunity is a bit odd; I'll be a combination of bounty hunter and speakeasy bar wench – note that I've destroyed the name of the bar in the entry previous in the hopes that should someone find you, diary, they won't be led to the secret location.
The man with the job, Duerte, asked me what I'd like to be paid and, when I told him, started grinning like a madman. I have a feeling I could've asked for more.
He says I'm allowed to play viol for money, so take that, Bonur! Who needs one job when you can have three?
Gold earrings, here I come!
Olrastra
Oh Diary,
Oh my. I don't know how I can possibly put into words what has happened in the last three days. I met a dragonborn, to start with! He's the bouncer at the speakeasy and, I believe, another 'bounty hunter' of sorts.
I say 'of sorts' because I'm not sure that my job is precisely bounty hunting after all, although that's what Duerte is calling me when I ask. I think he looked into me a bit before offering me the job and is just calling me what I used to be.
But the dragonborn! His name is Norooz, and he is completely strange. I think he is a bit dim, but he is very kind when he isn't bouncing someone out of the establishment. He only bounces those too young to drink and those on their worst behavior, so he seems like an honorable enough man. With his raw strength, he could really get away with whatever he'd like, though I'm not sure he's figured that out. Regardless, he seems like a good sort and has always been perfectly pleasant to me.
I think we're friends, maybe.
I was sent on a bit of a mission, I think, by Duerta. Someone named Belladonna needed a package to be picked up, and although it isn't quite the bounty I expected to be hunting, I agreed. Imagine my surprise when, despite the ease of the job, I was rewarded with twelve gold pieces. That's right, twelve!
I'm not entirely sure what I've signed up for, but I know one thing: those earrings are mine.
I must to bed; the night is late. I'm going to look damn good tomorrow.
Olrastra