"Today I reached Trestlebridge, right by the end of the afternoon. I did not have a fair welcome, neither the folk of the city seemed very happy to see me. And I deeply understand, so far as I can see they are deeply emerged in their old troubles, and seem to get more weary of them as time passes. So I just rested my legs there for two hours, before setting off again. Coming along the road until here was easy enough, for I knew what was expecting me and traveled with great care, but trouble came as far as I crossed the bridge to the North Downs.
I walked for five miles when three orc scouts jumped me, in an ambush. It seems almost as they were expecting me, but luckily I heard their loud steps before much harm could be done to me. I managed to defend myself, and killed one of them in the process, but not before one of their foul blades could make a cut in my face. It seems nasty, now that I touch the bandage that crosses my head, but at least I feel my sight was not taken from me, neither the eye itself. Fortunately. Luckily I still hold memory of the lessons my mother taught me on healing, and I managed to take care of the wound well enough.
As of now, I found an abandoned farm, it seems to have been pillaged. Luckily, the cellar still holds untouched, so better to spend the night here. When the first daylight comes, one shall walk south to the elven settlement of Meluinen."
