Old Friends

I remember seeing my Grandfather in the Barrow, or a illusion of him. I have many friends in Bree, such as Eliror, Dernwynn, Ergaric, Rahvic, and my cousins, but It seems to me that I have left Angollon in the Lone-lands, and my Caravan there. Although I have been promoted, I have decided to leave and seek out my friends once again, for I was simply a fool to think that there was going to be a Dourhand spy in our midst. Simply saddening it is. So, I have packed my things, lots of herbs and anything that could help, incase I need them, or someone else does. As I still am recovering. But I should be fine, for we Dwarves have been blessed by Mahal himself that we are hardy and stubborn! and so shall I survive. I only hope that the Caravan and Angollon haven't departed, or at least haven't left too quickly, but I suppose only Mahal knows.