The Sentinel's Journal (4)

He has left us. I say good riddance, and yet my lady... she claims she is all right, but I know she must be torn by the loss. The cur! I warned him not to leave, and yet he leaves!

It is no matter. Our success echoes into the night -- we have no need of a coward polluting our ranks. Tonight we raided, and my lady led the charge in her most wonderful way. The nobility tried to fight back, pitted us against their useless security. I gunned a few fiesty ones down, but it was my lady who fought most savagely. Her arrows went through their ganderbulbs and straight to their thinkpans.

I heard them beg, in the end.

Fools.

I hope this success is enough to keep my lady's mind off of his departure. There were injuries, this time, but my brothers should not be slowed. And my lady is unharmed; this is the most important thing to me.

I cannot express how beautiful my lady is in battle.