Huck's story

I take a deep breath "ok so as you know I was a bookkeeper... Well I was a bookkeeper for lord Baxter of Hearthwood. I was an orphan and his previous bookkeeper took me in taught me the trade an-" "Boring!" Quinara says cutting me off and faking a yawn, "can we skip to the actual good part". If I wasn't so utterly terrified of this woman I would have probably given her a lecture on politeness but I wanted my legs to remain unbroken preferably so I do nothing. "Ok then why don't you tell me what you want to know?" I say putting her in control, to hopefully avoid further interruptions.

She studies me with her yellow eyes "why did you do it?" She asks, this was an inevitable question but nevertheless one I would have rather not answered. "For love... Or well what I thought was love" Quinara sits forward eager to hear this "Lord Baxter has a daughter, Elyn". I can see that Quinara was now fully invested as she listened in silence, "I could never have had her, Lord Baxter wouldn't let his daughter wed some low born" I utter wistfully. "So I hatched this plan, I would take a cut and once I had enough, we could runaway together. Start a new life where no one knows us" I continue, "well aren't you a romantic one, Runt" Quinara interjects "so how did you get caught?" I wince as I brace myself for what I would have to admit, "when I told Elyn of my plan, she went straight to her father". There's a brief pause, before Quinara bursts out laughing, "you did that for her and she! Oh that's too good Runt!" My face burns up with humiliation as she laughs at me.

Once Quinara has calmed down she asks how long I have been on the run it had been barely a week since this had happened. "So where's the money?" She asks, "it went to the keeps jailer, Elyn didn't give me prior warning so I was caught and set to hang. The jailer let me free in exchange for the money" I lie to her. Now sure I had been caught and struck a deal with the jailer to be granted freedom, but I didn't give up all the money and the majority of my bag contained the stolen money. "Shame. I'm sure that money would have been useful" She says, "anyway I'm gonna hit the hay, I got shit to do tomorrow, I'll be out all day, but you'll be safe in the house. Well I mean from bounty hunters at least I should probably remove any sharp objects in here" she jokes.

Once she has gone to her bedroom, I open my pack moving the top layer of essentials to check on my veritable mountain of gleaming gold coins. This was a paltry sum compared to my years of coins I had stolen from Lord Baxter but this was still more money than most people would see in their lives, part of me considered jettisoning the collection as it served only to slow me down and I could certainly manage with even a quarter of the coins. My pride alone **** me to keep the money just so I had something to show for my crimes, other than a **** sentence that felt like it got closer everyday. I unravel my bedroll atop the bearskin rug, this may not have been the bed I had envisioned but I was warm and the rug was considerably softer than the hard winter ground.