Journal of a Thief, Part I

Associated quest

 * A Hallowed Horn

Journal entry

 * Holger Blackhand… Good one! They should call him Holger Hole-in-the-Head, Holger Two-Left-Hands, or even better, Holger the Cretin. We turned chicken? What's he got in his head where his brains should be – whale blubber? Outnumbered ten to one, we were! And up to our knees in mud, whilst they charged down at us from the hill! I understand it's an honor to die in battle – but that weren't no battle. 'Twas a a slaughter! He exiled us, the bloated walrus, the siren and troll-spawned miscreant… And so off we went, but not empty-handed. Since he weren't using his ancestral horn to sound no retreat anyways, not even when his shield bearers were dying like flies, well, we took it off his hands. Kjarre took the horn with him and went north, into the fjords, where pirates and smugglers cast anchor atimes – says maybe they'll buy it off us… and then Mathios will never find it. Good. He didn't say a word in our defense when Holger was driving us off, so let him go out in a blaze of shame and disgrace.