About Brenorn's life as a mercenary, and the dark path the pack began to follow.
"We did it. Illias and I were part of the ranks, even though our assignments were usually safer ones if compared to those the adult warriors would have to face, we did take on the next part of our training: facing actual dangers outside the training room. Our already well developed skill grew even further, as we did practice, watch and learn from every opponent falling under our blade. Gareth took on a different figure from that we were used to, and we found out he was a rather strict, but good leader nonetheless.
If you're wondering what sort of assignments the mercenaries would take on, it's probably just what it seems like. Farms requiring protection against wild beasts or brigands, chasing and hunting outlaws, clearing bandit camps, and occasionally even joining the army in various missions, skirmishes and assignments. Many, many years passed, and we traveled far and wide across the whole of Eriador. Many new faces joined our group: Breggo the hobbit, one of the best knife-fighters I've ever met to the day, that joined Illias and myself in what would be a 'wonder-working trio' within the Wolves; Velkor and Arnor, twin brothers from the Dale lands, able warriors, and as much of our own brothers as they were to each other; Berem, Ruck, Nora and Axel, the few recruits who advanced together with us, and used to be along in almost every mission; Mogrin, an old, battered dwarf from the Blue Mountains, who joined the company as a blacksmith after getting some help from us, and who taught me how to work the forge, allowing me to master blades both in their handling and manufacturing...
It was a dangerous life, but a good one nonetheless, which I miss so very much at times, memories I hold warm and close to my heart. Many more than those I just mentioned were around us every day, brothers and sisters of the pack sharing their every moment, their whole joy and sorrow... just like family. We did see many come, and we did see many leave us too, those losing their lives in service being the hardest to swallow. Yet, it was a harsh lesson we all had to go through, and a reminder of what we were playing at in our day to day to make a living. And to keep every mouth within the den depending on us fed.
A good life, I insist it was. It was, up until that delicate balance, that procedure that led our way or life for long, long years was shattered. Almost ten years I did see pass like this, until the day came greed got the best from my master, father and dearest friend Gareth... a slight mistake, a quick moment of weakness, that would end up dooming us all."
- Brenorn Greymane
