It's happening... it's FINALLY happening! Well, once the Lady Drubainbess has sorted her unfinished business with the damned peasant. But, we're finally on our way!
Not that I haven't enjoyed sitting around with the Lady, drinking wine and doing nothing. But with every day that passes our House wanes. It may already be diminished! Imagine me, the sole heir to the family name? Hah! Have at that one, father! He'd be twisting in his grave if he thought I'd be the man to carry the name on. The expendable one becomes the irreplacable one. Quite a turn up for the books!
But we've now got a guide. An upstanding man of the Mark, dare I say so myself! A man of quality. I wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't himself a son of a Reeve or Eorl. He's volunteered to help us pass unnoticed through Rohan, helping us get one step closer to home. The road is dangerous enough, so having a man who knows the land is vital.
The bags are all but packed, the sword is polished and the bow is strung. We are returning home! I'm so excited I can barely contain myself! Patience... Davamir. Patience, my lad.
Ack! Never mind patience. Dru, should you ever read this passage. Firstly, GET OUT OF MY DIARY! But more importantly, let us meet our fates together, and build the walls of our home strong and impenetrable, or fall and crumble into ruin as one with the rest of the Vale.
