A Long Winter

Thank the gods that the weather is starting to break and the world is moving again.
 
While it is a blessing that Dain and I arrived at Orst Aerie before the storms got too bad, the winter months have been intolerable. Not only have I had no luck in finding leads regarding the burning of Gleann Righ, but it has also been a struggle to gain enough part-time employment to scrap together housing a food, though this is not just an issue for me and my new friend. The city, like so much of the continent, is still recovering from the war and is running low on everything. Still, as spring breaks there are finally prospects that might change my... difficult financial situation, and more so, finally, allow me to learn more about the battle that destroyed my home.
 
The blade has been whispering to me for months. She wants blood to flow again, vengeance to be had. My prayers to Marha don't do much to silence her insistent pushing and prodding. More than once I almost drew the blade against a petty pickpocket or market stall owner who was gouging his prices. I need to learn more, I need to turn the blade against those who deserve it before her pitch-black ichor pours into my mind and stains it thoroughly.
 
Luckily we finally have leads for a job and (quite suddenly) an interesting group of new friends. The town council wants their mine running again and we have been given the job to find out why shipments have stopped and get them running again. The pay is potentially quite good, assuming the issues at the mine are solvable by fire and steel. There are the added complications of the mercenary guilds who 'dislike freelancers' but then as a former soldier myself, I'm hardly a fan of mercenaries.
 
Hopefully, our new little group can handle things without too much drama but there is always the blade if things go south. Either way, soon I shall once again take the lives of those deserving of death... or at least the lives of those who stand in the way of my revenge.