I returned from my job in Windhelm to find that Frey had returned. Alone. Brynjolf had been murdered by Karliah at the Sanctum.
I can’t believe he is dead – he always seemed so competent and in control. He was kind to me, I… was starting to feel at home here. I miss him. [the ink is slightly blurry here] I keep thinking that maybe if I’d gone along, it would all be different. Maybe I’d be dead instead. The Guild is a horrible place to be at the moment, Frey is acting oddly (even for him), Delvin is sullen, Vex is picking arguments with anyone who crosses her path and the rest of them… well, we all mourn in different ways I suppose.
