Chronicled in the Scholar's Stair Archives of Bree in Eriador,
On this the 10th day of Rhîw in the Year 3018 of the Third Age.
Overlong have I lingered now in Bree, and I deem it high time to return to my home in Falathlorn. For I yearn to forsake this foul smelling city and abide once more beside the clear cool waters of the Lhûn, and breathe the clean air that blows fresh and sweet from the ice-capped peaks and green valleys of Ered Luin.
Much have I learned here regarding the Edain which I shall record within these chronicles in due time, when I have assembled my many notes and scattered thoughts.
For the world of Men is one of many contrasts: where there is cruelty there is also compassion; great wealth abides beside abject poverty; sublime beauty is marred by profane unseemliness; and the forlorn yet live in hope. It is both heart-warming and heart-rendering, and my own heart is torn asunder.
But now I must remove in haste, for word has reached me that Isferon, a pengolodh of great renown, tarries even now in in Duillond and I much desire to speak with him about my experiences thus far of Arda Hastaina.
And so I have bade farewell to my new-found friend, Joesph, and the learned men of the Scholar's Stair Archives, and at first light tomorrow shall I set forth unto Ered Luin.
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