I supose it makes sense to write in red on red heart day. Jeez... I hate today. The rod broke. There must have been a particuarly huge fish on it and everything... 'cause it just snapped. I KNEW that thing was a piece of junk! But beggers can't be choosers and I sure am grateful it fed us for a while...
Oh well, thats not as bad as what happened the first day we went to the lake. It was all icy bad weather so I figured no one else 'ud be crazed enough to go up there. Well, there where other people and we spent 'alf our time dodging 'em! But the worst part was realising you need bait to fish, but where in Gaia where we supposed to get bait? Why, steal some a'course! It's alot safer nicking stuff from the fishing hole than from the city, thats certain. But now we don't have a rod any more so it doesn't really matter....
And another thing, I'm starting to get nervouse, my journal had definately been moved when I came back! It gets drafty in here during big storms, so it might have been the wind... Any ways I'll have to be more carefull from now on, if the guy in armor or one of his lackeys shows up at my door I'll know we've been ratted on. Actually I'm considering moving closer to the lake, but good hiding places are just so hard to find! And as a rule you should never live near those you steal from! So we're going to risk sticking it out in our little thieves' den for a while.
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You accidentally stumble upon the entrance to what seems to be a large hole hidden in a big rock. After a closer inspection you see signs of someone living here. A heap of rags in the corner that could be a bed, a crack in the wall with bits of food in it, and a small, beat up looking book bound in brown cloth. You bend down to look at it and realise it's a journal. Out of sheer curiosity you begin flicking through the pages, hoping the person who wrote it won't be coming back anytime soon, you can'y help remembering that old saying.... "Curiosity killed the cat."