23rd of Last Seed 4E201
I woke up screaming in the early hours of the morning. Jenassa was shaking me and trying to wake me up. I got so scared that I fell off of the other side of the bed and huddled in a corner. Hulda came in to check on us, since my screams had alarmed everyone in the tavern. Jenassa asked her to bring up something to eat then sat on the floor a few feet from me, giving me my space. It took some food and two bottles of mead for me to stop shaking. I could tell that she wanted to ask me what was wrong, but had decided to give me my privacy. I wouldn't have been able to tell her anyways. It was so horrible. All of them, all the bandits I had killed, they were surrounding us, blaming us for their deaths. I defended my actions, since they were horrible people who had killed and hurt so many people that the jarl wanted them dead to keep his people safe. They ignored me and charged, and Jenassa and I fought and fought and fought, but we were overwhelmed. They killed her and came after me, and I woke up as they were trying to slice me open. I started shaking again, remembering the dream, and I wondered if they were right. Was I not just as horrible as they were? Sure, they had killed and hurt people, but maybe I was no better than them. My hands and weapons and clothes were stained with blood, just as much as theirs.I looked up at Jenassa, my vision blurred with unshed tears, and I wondered how she remained so calm, so resolute, even when she was covered in the blood of her enemies. She never faltered when they came after her, screaming for her death. She laughed in their faces and sent them to Oblivion.

I had a few more bottles of mead then crawled into bed. The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was feeling a hand resting on my shoulder.