Journal Entry Four

Twenty-Sixth of Harvest, 1007 FK

With Helmut's Great Spoon Heist job behind us, my Swordmaster decided that I should compete in the Hall's Tournament. Three months of training, and that was when I gave up the drink. Not give up but was forced to stop by Kilroy. He even got Joan, that frustrating but extraordinary woman. If not, Kil's partner, Sebastian, would stalk me to all my drinking havens.

I would pick up a cup of that nectar of the Trinity; then, once I put it down, I would have Kilroy, sword in lap waiting.

With that one sweet drop of ale, cider or even the fiery drink, Electora touches my lips. I would have a triple session with Kilroy, ending with full contact sparring Sebastian. No padding and blunt swords, not to the first touch but exhaustion. The drinking only happened ten times over the three months. Still, even after all this time, I cringe at even the thought of those sessions.

But now, looking back, it was the best decision. I found out more about my excessive drinking. Reminiscing with the past again, but Kilroy was so knowledgeable with the blade. He was so talented; he will be missed.

Once the fog of alcohol was flushed from my system, I learned something about my past in the army. It explained the nightmares I had during my sober training, but it took Abbott Kami to shine a light on my actual demon. And it was nasty!

Beyond that, we, the Rejects, found jobs here and there. Some were to fetch items for nobles or even guard a caravan. It was not as attractive as finding out two back-to-back conspires, but it did pay the bills.

It was hard to find work with Joan as she wanted to find jobs that were helpful to the community. I will always be respectful of her for that. Who was in the Reject's then? I, Joan, Way, Gun and Pela with Kilroy as a part-timer and torturer, or most will say, my Swordmaster.

We did find a job to chase down some cattle killings by wolves. We put our Charter down for it and would head off two days after the tournament's conclusion. Little did we know that this would be our next great adventure.

It was later known as the Savage Rebellion…