It was not long until I settled well into my new home. Already I have begun my regimented training and many tasks that seemed to be without end. I was content with my new life, ever grateful that I was not slain in the attack at the farm...
I've noticed at this point how Mr. Vandal dresses, he is fond of not too elaborate attire, often wearing green, he wore a long hooded cloak that made him look somewhat of a vagabond. Another most obvious feature is that Mr. Vandal seemed to tower over most Breelanders, he had striking silver grey eyes which was rather unusual for Breefolk...
Something tells me he is not actually from around these parts, he seems too... Noble...
The farm now is but ash and ruins, I laid my parents to rest, it was perhaps one of the most painful things I have ever done, Mr. Vandal was there also but he appeared cold, as icy as the very winds of Forochel... As grim as the darkest depths of Moria...
I buried my own parents near the Ash Trees which they planted themselves, I felt it was right to honor my parents and swear that I shall avenge them... Mr. Vandal did not seem pleased.
"Do not swear Oaths you cannot promise to keep, Askelin... And do not swear revenge on someone you never even saw the face of. For that man could be many leagues away by now."
Why was it that Mr. Vandal warned me so of bringing justice to the very man who killed my parents? I'm beginning to wonder if whether there's something more to this whole ordeal. I must pry out information from him if I can, though it will not be an easy task. Mr. Vandal keeps to himself and even now speaks little of himself.
On another note... Mr. Vandal has been teaching me all about the outside world, from the Elves to the Dwarves and even about Halflings...
I have been reading many maps and studying many tomes, for he wishes that I expand my knowledge outside the land of Bree... Does he intend to send me off to the places I'm learning about? If so, I dread to see the day where I am walking in the dark woodlands of Mirkwood or traversing the black ashy mountains of Angmar... I would rather just stay in Breeland where at least the grass is green and the people are familiar to me.
Surely though Mr. Vandal does not wish to send me to these lands... He keeps on talking about wanting me to keep my studying up as much as my training. I have to be grateful though, he's taught me to read and write and I know not many folk from the rural parts of Breeland can do that.
At any rate, Mr. Vandal is still a mystery to me, I must pry out more information and see if I can learn a bit more about him, I do not wholly trust him though I am sleeping under his house and breaking bread with him. He seems grim and suspicious at times though also quite fair and noble.
I awoke to a red cloudy morning to hear that Mr. Vandal wishes to take me North on a "most important task". I suppose I shall not be back here for some time so I ought to keep this diary with me, how far we are traveling I do not know. I just hope I'm back in one piece.
