Journal of Guard Laewe during the Winter of the Long Icicles

Day of the Gossiping Wind

Oh is it cold today! And the wind is such a chatterbox too! He swept right into my home without a by-your-leave, which rumpled my fur I must admit, but he also brought some curious news to my ears, so I am somewhat mollified. Shall I tell? I think this journal is safe enough for such gossip. Lockhaven is missing one of it's finest – I'm sure most know of the green cloaked Lieam's absence from anywhere at all that you'd care to look - but, here's what the wind knows. He's being hunted. Not searched for, no, hunted – and by Mice! It's a good thing the hollow I make my home in, an extension off of an old woodpeckers nest, is well concealed. People who listen in on murder plots often find themselves murdered as well! These wee winter trackers have some venom behind their words. I believe I may have to do a little tracking my self. I'm no spring beauty but I'm nobody's grannymouse either. That Lieam needs some advice on making enemies: how not to. And I'm not so held to the law that I would feel sorry if a few accidents befell our fell mercenaries – or feel sorry that I was the one that tripped the traps.

Watch out Greenie! Here I come!