absent scribblings

It has been a long time coming that I write in this book. Things have been so upside down. There was many times when writing was so far beyond the simple taking of a pen and placing it to these pages.. so many time this book could of given me insight and solace, but I have neglected it, and my own peace of mind in doing so. My owner, he was purchased from the guards in the arena of Ar by a woman ( I am using this term lightly of course. Bitch, animal and beastly wretch... might be more appropriate ) named Samantha Freely. She.. made of my Master.. a slave. Let me catch you up on a few events. I was staying in the forge. There was a place I would venture to when I wished to speak to those who could understand the fact that I was alone but did not report me to the city kennels. I was fed, and given a warm cloak but I was basically alone. So one night, shortly after my Master and I had come together again I was at the falls, tending my fire ring like always when a man came and called out my name. I quickly looked up and when he beckoned me, well I followed. I was not sure who he was so I did not make the mistake of being an idiot and denying him his request. He dragged me to a Inn where I slept chained to the ring aside a couch in which he never came to sleep in. I was beginning to think I had been discovered or sold when he came and unchained me and took me to a large estate just outside the city. It was not long after this I was brought to the feet of Ardella, and just to pour salt into the wound, there was Connor. I was sure I was doomed when I was sent to the kennels below the house. This however was just the beginning...