Durin's day came and went.
The 9th of october by common standards. But no great feast this year. Humble partys are the most common things. Many of the younger dwarves even attempted to recall the songs of new dawn. I on the other hand was to wary to join the feast and songs as there is unfinished business on my mind.
Winter is coming, and her cold shall once again take the country. Father winters crasp will hold most of the North in his iron glutches but no Son's or daughters of Durin shall waver. As this Durin's day marks A new era of exploration.
I, Belodin Son of Grepin has been send to Bree once more to find out my old allies and bring them their well earned rewards.
As well A very decent excuse to see those whom Dwell there.
I musnt forget the Lady of Rohans gift. As I, in my shame missed her wedding not to long ago I still havn't brought her the presents she deserves.
As for my Dunédain friends. I expect them to be as shy as always. With every day growing colder I shall make haste.
