The Honeydews

So that's it. My Honeydews are no more... We've split up many times, but something tells me last night was final. What's worse is that those bastards at the tavern wouldn't give me a room after my oh-so-kind bandmates — former bandmates, I suppose — made a mess of the place while fighting. Harper and Daniel never got along, but this was something else entirely. I should've tried to stop Harper from storming off towards that keep, but I was so busy dodging Dan's swings that I could hardly focus on anything else.

As it stands, I've got no band, no payment, and no bed. The bartender even insulted me. ME! Miles Rapore! Don't they know I'm a musical genius? Fools. In the morning, I'll set out again. Seems I needn't pack my flute. Perhaps I should give cobbling another try.

I was naive to celebrate when the band broke up. Traveling alone is tiresome. I don't have anyone by my side to keep these drunkards off me! I'm no siren or toy! I only wish to make music in peace! If only that freak Daniel the Damned hadn't disturbed our audience at the tavern by losing his teeth everywhere during his interlude... He takes his "curse" gimmick too far... if it even still is a gimmick.

It's time to rebrand. "Harper the Harpist" evokes an aura of illustrious allure that no longer suits me. I should've never succumbed to this image... when did I lose my way? I used to sing and dance for fun, not for money or to elevate a mediocre band... and not once did I love playing the harp as much as writing poetry by the window, or wandering the woods without waiting for nightfall to hide my face from fanatics.

I'll throw it over this ledge and start fresh tomorrow!

I must've fallen asleep, because when I woke up, I was here. Had the taste of blood in my mouth, so I pulled another rotten tooth from my jaw and crushed it under my heel. I hate them all. Wish I could crush their throats, too.

"Image is everything — Look, don't lose your cool!"

"Daniel, you freak! Calm down! You'll upset everyone!"

"Good fortune is all around, friend! Just don't be miserable!"

Everyone's always yapping! Do this, do that! One more, and I'll bash their heads in with my Hand Drum! Especially Chester's! By the Flame, I hate Chester! His stupid luck will soon run out... That old fool's headed straight toward a Scavenger fort on his way up North. What an idiot... his luck won't save him this time!!

Thanks again for letting me pass, my new friend! When I saw your fearsome patrol, I was almost worried! But as it turns out, The Honeydew's fan club has members even out here! Ha! Who knew?

I hope my old lute will bring you much joy! Remember: if you pluck the strings lightly, the others won't hear you practice. I know you have appearances to keep up, being the local Scavenger leader and all. I know all about that. I've had to push away my true passion, too. Hey, once I'm back from the Albaneve Summits — and once I've established my new career as a gliding master — I'll come back to teach you some tunes! I'll leave one here for you, too. Practice makes perfect!

Let's duet together soon!

Stay sharp,

— Chester Loft