One of the guards of Kressle, having worked as a jailor searched Kressle room on a routine sweep. He turns up a stack of crumpled papers underneath her bed. The first page which he scanned was pure vitriol about the “demon” that captured her, and cut off her arm. He presents these papers to Liath when next the Red Company returns to Oleg’s.
The first several pages are poorly written, and simply rant about the demon. It details several methods of vengeance and ways in which she will bring harm to her captor, and where exactly she will place his horns once she chops them off his head.
After that the writing starts to improve, and are less rant filled.
I’ve been trapped in this room for only a week or so, but it already feels like months. Time crawls locked in here, no one speaks to me, and I can only catch glimpses of other humans as they go about there business from the small window in the room. I think perhaps when I get the Demon in my power I will lock him in a small box for a month so that he can enjoy the hospitality he has given to me. I am despised by the few people who stop by my windows. Hunters from the woods I’d run across and robbed. They sneer at me, and move on to enjoy there freedom. They will know pain and suffering!
They gave me new clothes today. Some of Svetlana’s old hand-me downs. It’s better than the old clothes I had underneath my armor and no sword holes, but it’s a dress. I haven’t worn a dress in.. Well, I think I had one when I was a child. It’s strange; I wish I had a mirror or something.
I started talking to one of my guards. It was strange, most of them won’t give me the time of day, and I’m fine to keep it that way, but Cedric.. That’s his name I found out later, just started talking. I was pissed at first, tried to get him to leave me alone, but he kept talking and well, I haven’t really spoken to anyone but the people that put me in here, so it was somewhat.. Well, I talked to him some is all.
I broke the window to my cell today. I was furious, I saw Jarvis walking around out there with a bunch of children. After taking him in when he was starving in the forest, and getting him setup to be one of my men, to see him walking around free brought my anger to a head. He was in that first group I sent to Oleg’s to get the payment; he must have sold me out for his freedom! I’ll make sure he gets what’s coming to him.
Cedric came and talk to me some about Jarvis today. Apparently one of his friends spilled the beans about our camp. He just kept quiet and pleaded for his life. Told them he had kids back home. They gave him a chance to leave, and get this, they didn’t cut off his hand or anything. Just let him walk. How is this fair exactly? I think I’ll ask the Demon about this particular bit of justice! Or maybe not… I don’t want to get Cedric in trouble; life has become a bit better with his talks. I didn’t know there were guys out there that didn’t want to rob or rape you. Whatever.
The next few entries don’t speak of anything in particular, just bored observations, and wondering if she’s going to get those books her jailor promised her. And noticing the Svetlana has been sick in the mornings lately as she runs out to the middens. And why are these children running all over the courtyard. There are also some doodles drawn into the margins. A child’s face, some vines, a horned stick man being burned alive, a single small heart, a couple of flowers.