Hastily written contemplations

Master Cedar in his lessons would often drill into me the need to take time and reflect. He would often make me sit down and write down my inner thoughts, feelings and goals.
 
Most of the time I don't see the need for it but considering how much has happened in the last 24 hours I feel Master Cedar's words ring true now more than ever.
 
I must start by writing that Lord Ravenburn is a curr of the highest caliber. His deceit and lies speak true to the depths of his character. He is a shallow man, with the fragile ego of a young boy. His need to keep me around like a personal badge of honour, to show off in front of the other influential figures in town was my first inclination that there was more to his story. When he began to miss my payments and brushing off any idea when he would be able to back my expedition to the ruins, it became clear he was not to fulfil our agreement.
 
Never thought the curr would use his influence with the guards to arrest me.
 
So here I was in a cell alongside 3 other young men who appeared to have thrown their lives away by ending up in jail at such as young age. Mavroc seems to be of a simple type, I don't sense deceit in his words unlike Lord Ravenburn. His desire to continue his fathers legacy of finding a forgotten forge is admirable, but at the same time... odd? I don't know how he expects to find anything just by looking at every mountain in the world. But hey that's how exploring is done - need to start somewhere.
 
Rorvin is a ... hot tempered boy. He is proud, very proud, but that pride easily leads to his anger getting out of control. This fixation that he has on the one who "stole his kill", is freightening, I don't know what he would do to him if he found him. Or how he would try to gain this sense of lost pride back. Someone needs to guide him just a little, otherwise this flame and anger that resides within him will burn him inside out.
 
Then there is Zeke. A man of many talents it seems. I was able to just notice him slip an ace from his sleeve into his deck as we played a game of blackjack. When getting to know him I noticed that he was not forthcoming with much about himself other than the fact he comes from the south. To be expected though, these are grim times we live in, everyone has to look out for themselves. But still, he is guarded compared to the other two. It seems I will have to take my time to build his trust.
 
In regards to the events that transpired. I will prefer not incrimintate myself by writing down anything (not that I would even if I did - this is merely the notes of a rambling man). All I will say is, I am certainly not like the other 3. I was hoping for a different outcome than what transpired.