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First of Tarsakh, Year 152

Not sure what to start this with, I ain't never been one for writing.

You always said to just get on with things, so I guess I should just start.

Gods, I feel stupid.

Things have been different this past month. Emptier, I guess. No home or parents to go to. I miss you, Mum. I'm living where I can, sleeping in side streets in Upper, dodging Watch patrols. I'd never fill the rooms in the Stand. Too large. I'd never feel right sleeping in the Crone, either, too many memories.

Went looking for work today. Ended up dragging my arse to the Watch House. Had an interview, they was more interested in questions about politics than seeing who I really am. Guess there's reasons behind it. I don't know!

Hopefully I can put my sword, brain and heart to use defending us. Tempus willing, I'll make a difference.

Anyway, I hear boots coming. I'll wrap up. Give my love to Dad. Tell him I'll make him proud.

I miss you.

Brandon

Tarsakh 5th, Year 152

Private Hammersmith.

I told you I'd manage it. Here I am, wearing my uniform as I write. I've somewhere to stay, a wage, everything's going well. I read some of the things they wrote about me when I were being recruited. They said I was Sergeant material, maybe. Let's hope!

Arrested my first sod todark, some bloke wouldn't pipe down and leave me be. Shouting stuff about the Watch being corrupt and stuff. I arrested him, of course. He started saying it was all a lesson, and that I'd learned well. Not sure what that means.

Crossed blades with a Drow earlier this dark, too. That was an experience. It weren't as strong as they're talked up to be. It was running from me before I'd even finished swinging my first swing.

Hope dad's proud. Missing you still.

Private Brandon

It's been over a month since I wrote, and I'm sorry.

I'm back in Lower now, Upper changes people, I was becoming the very thing I hate. I had to get out, I had to do things my way.

The Ledskirs are still around, nobody dares stand up to them. They killed you both, and they'll pay.

I love you, I miss you.

Brandon