It has been two days since we've left Bree, we still are held up at our first camp, awaiting Dyre. Not long after we arrived at this place along Chetwood, we had a run in with a pack of wolves, damn beast must have seen the fire and decided to snoop around, I made sure Feor and Ynna were safe with the cost of adding more scars on my face, hell... I guess I need more scars, makes me more appealing to the men of Rohan, having these "Battle scars", I don't know, but what I do know, Feor and my love will be a battle on its own, I am just a Breelander, that's all her family will see, I will try everything to make them see I am the right man for her... ((The writing cuts off and begins again at the next page.)) Well, Dyre has made it too us, she gave us directions to this inn at the start of the lonelands, she went along and started scouting ahead to see if we were clear of any brigands or other beings that lurk in this land. Dyre is one queer lass, she seems very awkward, does not talk much, but when she does, it's just the spouting of orders, she must take her job seriously, or she is just a hard ass.
This inn.. it's disgusting I tell you, I have bought us rooms to stay in but the sounds emanating from the walls are not natural, I told Feor it was just the wind, trying not to startle her, I told her to sleep in the same room as Ynna so she wouldn't be upset with me assuming she would lie with me, but she was led to me by something, maybe the scary noises or she really does love me, either way.. I am glad she came to me and fell asleep by my side, I may be a big man, but those sounds were even giving me the shivers.
