The first day is now coming to a close, issuing in a long and rainy night ahead. The only thing that protects me and this journal from the unforgiving rain is my old cloak, which to be completely honest, now smells like a goblin camp. Leradon and Thanwin have made camp across the other side of the Greenway, and I am left here alone. Personally, that is when I feel I am at my most capable.
I will not write the details of this mission down in such an easily compromised trinket like this journal, but I will say that we are headed to Dunland for some important purpose that came directly from the Chieftan. When there, we are to meet up with a small band of exiles that know their way around the area and are going to help us with their task. Should be easy enough.
I had to leave Bree last night without telling Brynleigh farewell, but rather, I wrote her a simple letter that explained that I had to leave for a time. She understands this much, for she has known me for a while now. Still, every time I leave the area she is in, I feel something missing.
I should probably get some sleep, for it looks to be a long day tomorrow.
