It has been years since I've ventured into this old tome, yet the redemption of my name entices me to review my past failures and endeavors, and perhaps it may aid me in the future, not only for the Falheims, but Karthmere, and perhaps all of Gondor.
Davind Redweller was slain in the woods outside of Bree, the coward tried to escape once more but we had been chasing him for too long to let him slip again. The honour was mine to seperate his head from his shoulders: well deserved, I had thought.
Even now, it is odd to fight alongside Thainor of the Aldran bloodline, yet I know as sure as he does what must be done, and that I am the harbinger of it. The Order of Redhall may be small, yet now that the Blood Arbiters are finished it is nigh time for our return. Our Watch continues, and our ranks will soon swell.
Though first, we must gain the trust of these... strange northerners, and perhaps we will amass a much larger force than we had anticipated. The first task is to gain the trust of its most honoured defenders: a band of rangers, led by a high-ranking person, no doubt. Once we've earned their respect we must then move onto the citizens and farmers of Bree-land, and even if it takes years... then, and only then, can we reaffirm the tenets of Redhall, and raise our banners high once more: To retake Karthmere and make who have who have wronged us suffer.
