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These days have been full of blessings and good news. Rosiebell writes me back!, after all these days she finally managed to communicate with me even with all the slaughter happening to the east. She was fine and even healthy, she said to me that she will back soon. I'm very happy of this!

When I write in this little book, my mind usually is an uncontrollable storm, an chaotic sense of fear but also hope. Fun fact is that I didn't write too much about my thoughts, my opinions and maybe that is because I don't think is not that necessary... but this week is an exception.

It was a night a couple of weeks ago; I was on my first job as an bodyguard in my entire life. A maiden was getting hunted by some kind of bad guys, i don't know, the fact is that It was a hell of a day. Some crazy young woman tried to strike her with a knife. Glad that she failed, but I didn't notice that. The captain of her house was mad, and shouted against me while I was in shock.

It has been a long time since I didn't went back to Bree, long time walking trough the lifeless and silent roads of The Lone Lands. I miss the evergreen plains and the forest that spread its woods to everyplace. So one day i went back to Bree, and heard after days the noise of the horses, the chant of the bards, the propaganda of the merchants, the blades crushing in the forge... all that combination of sounds, something that I usually heard before, are nothing more than noise... one that is really disgusting now.

Roads of grass, blossoms grow,
evergreen lands of hope,
weather's calm drives my soul
like the melody of a old song.

Roads of dirt, guide me along
shattered lands of endless foes.
Blood will spread and pain will flow,
but my heart will go on.

Roads doesn't matter where they go
because all of them are aligned in one,
one that will start over and over again
to never stop, until the end.

When we think about our home, we think about a place with peace, one place that we feel comfortable and why not, very happy. I remember some words that Rosie told me the last time i saw her: "I thought that you have a home when you have children, wife and a good job to live".