Love Tastes So Sweet

Whelsen, Fessuran 16th 836 P.D.
How could I let this happen? I have rules and they have kept me out of trouble for so many years. I thought I was in control, that the hunger was sated. Obviously, I’m terribly mistaken due to the resent occurrences. Hugo and I grabbed all that we could and fled to Whitestone. For the past week I have resorted to using my fangs and been drinking woodland creatures as if they were nauseating inexpensive travren ale “I detest traveling alone”. Much easier to travel with a food bank venturing with you. That is what perplexes me, Dreams have always fed me far greater than blood. What is different Now? Yvette is dead, all that remains of her is running through my veins as I write this and yet I do not weep. Have I forgotten that I once lived, or did I lose all my humanity the day I killed my mother? News travels fast I caught a glimpse of my picture on a piece of parchment in Whitestone while procuring passage abord a ship to Wildmont. If news traveled that fast somebody has money.
 
Grissen, Fessuran 29th 836 P.D.
We arrive in the next few days I have somehow managed to keep my secret safe from the crew. They are convinced that the ale they have for the trip is causing worse hangovers than usual. The captain on the other hand either seen the wanted poster or sensed my desperation for he charges me 3000gp and required I stay out of sight of him. I can’t blame the man it was last seconds notice, and I wanted no questions asked but I was able to haggle him down to 2800 and a custom Armani Captain attire. Captain Shaw of the Eagle’s Feather is the owner of the last Tal’Dorei Armani! Now they will need to be imported to Tal’Dorei. Should I use my real name Candeth Cragstone? I am on the run, but I would need to get rid of Hugo. Being around him makes me stick out like a sore thumb. I could go into hiding but I just spent all my money. Sorry to scratch out the pages of this journal with such cowardly nonsense! To think, the great Amarni Luren of House Luren would ever stoop so low. I am 638 years old you would think I would know myself by now.
 
Conthsen, Quen’pillar 2nd 836 P.D.
The Town of Jigow and the Festival of Merit. I love tourists and being one you can always just play it off as oh I didn’t know any better silly me. Right away I noticed an opportunity. An old crone in shabby attire just being overlooked and forgotten. I offered her my networking deal really, it’s like charity. As I measure her, she said she would like it in different measurements that she wish’s she could pull off, but Hugo was rushing me, and something must have come loose because he spoke what in the hells. I held my composure and finished with the mark. We seen a pie eating contest I have no Idea how halflings can eat that much. It’s revolting! Imagine me eating humans in such a manner. That would be exciting to see a blood sucking contest, you would get points reduced for messiness. HA! Of course, there is the Bute contest, but to my surprise age overcame youth in this event as a human won the competition. He must work out; I wonder how his cardo is. Blood got me into this mess, and I can’t seem to get it off my mind. Well, no better way than to distract myself with events. I won the Merit of wit and a well dressed “could use my touch up” Satyr woman who strangely does not fuel my hunger won as well. I couldn’t quite place the feeling I get from her, it’s as if she were dead and that’s the point you stop drinking. I think I should have stopped while I was ahead because I got lost in a maze, almost swept out to sea, and became a turtle’s lunch. I did run into a fellow that is rather cairles with money and paid me 2 gold for alterations! Ha! Can’t wait for tomorrow’s fate because I am grouped with an odd team to do the main event.