A moment in time upon 8th February, 2020

To begin the lovely and loving correspondence with Kristin, on behalf of the Forlorn Malovorax, traitor to the hearts calling; I have penned a missive to his betrothed, his heart's twin.
This passion must not become a by play to our endeavors. Some purposed holds with this group, perhaps they will share it with me at some stage.
I have contained a direction that she learn a skill suitable for adventure, that she may seek and join with her betrothed.
 
There were wererats on the road, including one unctuous fellow with a fine blade. we relieved him of this treasure, then some of his companions, and he fled.
I took an ear, and the bard, Orator of Misguided Oracles, shared the story of Frodo Malovorax, and his campaign to clear a town of Were-rats. Despite rumors of being into Shapechangers, he drove them into the sewers, and then back out again. Not really sure why, perhaps the din of a fight covered that part, but there were Dwarves involved. Thankfully no Gnomes, vermin of Civilization.
 
We saved a boy from the rats, Michael Steele, and his father Timmet rewarded us. I have taken possession of a Master crafted Greatsword. I have named it Michaelsward in honor of the occasion. I shall have it enchanted later, to better serve the needy.
 
In town I gave the name Cleeve Stylle, as my own. Not sure why I do this, but I do.
 
A tavern, some foolery, and a fight that was avoided by timely interventions. We met the Holloway girls, Holly (A fine woman to be sure), Iocanthe and Ivy. The latter disappeared.