Knud

[zerotje]

These pages belong to Knud. Do not read them.

Been a while now residing underneath Ephia's Well. The people here are mad. Living inside a complex and hard to understand system of Assterbendandies. Yet bending all their self imposed rules. Having no honor in battle, yet carry much mercy in the aftermath. None of it makes sense to me. It is as if they do not know who they are. We do not have that problem. Me and Ivar and all the other sons of Frost. We are of one mind.

The Raider is pleased by the adventure upon which we have embarked. No doubt about it. As well as at our conduct in defeat, wearing bronzen smile and welcoming death should it come. Were this Qadira or Il-Modo, I think we would already be dead. My family and friends home will have heard of my death and laughed. The mad bastard actually went ahead with his plans, here is a toast to Knud and Ivar. I know it would be like this. But here in Ephia's Well they have stolen my coin, thrown camel dung and humiliated us. Rather than kill us. It is a denial of glory! If these stories make it back home, everyone will be embarrassed.

So by this, I do not know whether to hate or love the Ephians for the fact I am alive.