Evening thoughts
That man comes around and tries to teach me about what The Bloody Dawn was and how it must be as if I don't know about sellswords or military companies. That damned villager. But I give it to him, he cares for the company and for Taala and Eroforth. He can talk hours and hours about the Dawn and back then and how he met this and this and he won't stop.
He cares, a little too much, or is it that I stopped caring? Is it that my fellow men betrayed me in my great city and now I am disappointed with everyone? Maybe he is here to show me that it is time to go past my bitterness, to find something to hold on to. But what else than coin? Here there is nothing to aim but gold. Which doesn't sound bad at all. He is here to take charge of the company and he wants my assistance, I supose I can help him, seeing how he cares I don't see why not.
Next time we meet I shall challenge him to a fight, he who wants to lead me better be able to win a duel against me. I won't follow anyone who carries a sword just for the show. Or a shield like the one on his back. Ha! I am Ingrandor of Dol Amroth! One ofthe greatest soldiers of our time. I'll show him what we Gondorians can do. He thinks we cower behind high walls. It's not true, well it is... For some. But not for me! I am Ingrandor the Mighty! I can fell anyone in a swing and I shall teach him! Yes, msot Gondorians are bastards, but I am the worst of all...
But enough talking, I think it's time I go rest. He will come tomorrow early again and I have to be rested and ready. It is time I show him...
