It's late, my knee is hurt and I'm here writing, in the middle of the night. Something must have gone wrong in my head to be writing, instead of sleeping after these last days... Like the rest of Bree, they are getting crazier and crazier for some reason... I can't wait to leave again... But that's not the reason I write, the reason is the wedding, or rather... The attack...
Rhianonn sent me an invitation to her wedding some days ago, she's marrying a man called Anadryt, I didn't know him till earlier this week. We were at the Prancing Pony, as always, drinking and sharing stories and insults with some of the company, until Taala came, and with her came Rhianonn and her fiance, Anadryt, quite in distress. At first they invited us again to their wedding, and I made an acquaintance with the man, he seems decent enough and it was a shame to meet him under such circumstances, he was truly concerned about his friend, for which they came to hire us...
It seems that there is another crazy person, attacking people, he attack their friend, Caithrin, whom I met some weeks ago, a good and quiet girl, who would think of attacking her I cannot understand... But one did, calling his master and lord while doing so... Now they want us to protect Caithrin, which we will do, Basaran is on the job, I know he will make sure nothing happens to the poor girl. What troubles me is why would a man come to Bree and start killing others...
I can't wait to leave, and I feel that my days of leaving are drawing nearer, Arda has greater problems than some crazy people wanting to kill others for their lord or for fun, and even greater problems than some filthy brigands who want to take over Bree... A spot in the middle of nowhere. No, I want to take part in what is coming, who knows I may die in the first battle, but I may not, what I want is to fight for this world, and of course I won't say no to some coins, a good amount of coins...
Time will tell, for now I have work to do, contracts are coming and I need to swing my sword more, I was swinging it earlier, along with my shield against Eniredir, that man is a fine warrior, he managed to cut across my knee, but I threw him on the ground with a furious blow of my shield. And that horse-bred made me laugh, I can't remember his name, it was something about a man and an ill wulf. He said that we used wrong moves in swordmanship, it seems that he only learned to ride a horse there in Rohan, but he didn't have a horse... This world is getting crazy...
