I have packed my bags with enough provisions for the journey ahead. Dwarves' Bread rations in case I finish my store of salted pork. Last time I ate it all before I even reached the Great East Road. Some barley bread and seasoning for when I'm fortunate on the hunt. My lucky cauldron and a few of my old iron pans, dented but not rusty! A small iron ladle of my father's that has spent many an hour in kettles full of hearty stew. O' how I miss my father's cookery! The scent of his meals could delight a bear out of his winter sleep! Roasted chicken, seasoned in herbs of the eastern realms and covered in Blue Mountain honey. Roasted pork drenched in a sauce of red wine and local herbs. I fear I'll have none of it in the days ahead. At least I'll have good ale with me, a good keg of it even! Firethroat Mead, the best mead in the western kingdoms!
*what follows is a list of other items he has packed, carelessly scribbled below the text above*
- 2 loupes, one for gems and one in case the Black Speech scribblings are hard to discern
- 3 quills
- 3 pots of ink (maybe a fourth is necessary?)
- a few leaves of parchment
- my notebook
- spare clothing including a second pair of boots this time
- a few blankets
- my travelling axe
- second axe
- third axe
- broadsword
- sharpening stone
- small knife for cutting meat
- 2 coney traps
- coin purse
- second coin purse
- my lucky gem
- my lucky cauldron
- my lucky runestone
- some pans
- a few extra bags for small treasure
- a small chest and key
- a map of Eriador
- a map of Rhovanion and Gondor
- an empty map to fill in
- one compass
- one raven and a whistle to call him, I'll call him Uri
