Reec
I am sick to the depths of hell with Cicero going on and on about his precious Leonor. The mutt is nothing special, her and the little princess. I know if he suspects me of helping them escape, he doesn’t seem to believe me. If I am honest, I truly don't care, my brother hasn't stopped reminding me I now owe him for getting rid of them for me while I was with his lordship so he couldn't blame me.
We are now stationed to the east of the pack, this living like peasants isn't really for me but I am trying to get him to see I am by his side no matter what. The squabbling between the mutts and the undead blood suckers is going to come to a head soon. The smell of rotten, putrid rogues is giving me a headache. Not to mention the smell of death coming from the vamps. No one knows about hi
