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It is an early spring morning and the sun is still lingering behind the White mountains, currently warming up the realm of Gondor. But soon it will cast its rays of light on Rohan and our village as well. I have taken to rising early from bed, so I can train my mind and body in solitude, away from the judging eyes of my fellow villagers.
While the days goes on as usual in Bancross, Duncadda spend his time in solitary, recovering from his wounds and enjoying the peaceful spots in the village.
After a lengthy change and inspection of the new armor for the local guards, the captain himself decides to take out a small group of guards on a nightly patrol around Bancross.
It was a softly lowered sky that rained feather-light droplets upon the village that morning. The mist was not cold, for spring had arrived in earnest, and the rich, brown earth drank deeply of the refreshment, pushing forth in turn its tender, verdant shoots in places where heel and cart did not intrude. The world was taking on its new mantle of brighter daylight, even under an overcast sky.