Ring-Runner's Journal

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[A dirty old Ring-Runner's book, half-chewed by a dog and waterlogged. The first hundred or so pages are illegible, with vague entries about the old puzzles and trials of the Rings]

This has to be the biggest gamble I've ever taken. My hands keep shaking. Is this what you felt, Oswick? Hope you're doing well out there, old chum. I have many regrets, but I think I did the best I could with the hand I was dealt. I'll be able to retire a prince when they pay me... Here's hoping.

Maybe we can meet again, and then you'll forgive me, huh? I should've stood in your corner from the start, should've thrown my cloak down that same day, but the money was too good. It's still too good. We really were just two sad sods in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Shit. The Creep's cold, and that thug keeps eyeing my bags. They don't even sell Melange down here. Maybe I can come out of my hole now, but I don't know. I'm scared. There's a lot of blood on my hands; I feel sick at the thought of what they'll do to me when they catch me. I almost threw up a couple times today. I keep seeing lions in my dreams, gnawing out my arms. Their faces, all jeering, laughing, cheering. I should just go to sleep.

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Luther tried to order me back to the fortress. What for? Does he know? I'm not going to die to some bastard, murdering Winespill. He wants to kill me, I can feel it. He wants to kill me like he killed the rest, like he tried to kill Oswick. I'm not going to end up just another scream out of that pigsty.

When the HELL am I going to get paid?