Entry 1
After some of thought, I’ve decided to make for the city of Dale to visit my family. The mountain paths have thawed, so now is as good a time as any, perhaps moreso now that I’ve saved up a good bit of coin from working with the Hunter’s Lodge in Bree. It’s too long since last I’ve heard from them, so I hope they’re still getting by alright.
A caravan of merchants bound for Gondor were departing from Bree-town, so I arranged to travel with them, for the first leg of the journey at least. We travelled south and took the Redhorn Pass through the mountains.
The journey was mostly unremarkable, which is partially why I’ve not put pen to paper until now. We managed to make it through alright, no complications with Goblins for this go around. One of the merchants had a bit of a fall while trying to hoist some of the cargo down from a ridge. It seems his leg’s been broken, but that’s a small injury for what is often so dangerous of a journey.
Entry 2
We’re breaking camp this morning, and from this point on I’ll be northward-bound while the rest of the company continues on south. I wish them the best of luck, word has it that Gondor is in the midst of a war which isn’t going so well. Suppose that’s why the extra supplies are needed.
Entry 3
I’ve pitched camp for the evening, and even managed to bag a coney that was unfortunate enough to settle in nearby. Traveling on your own isn’t nearly as enjoyable as with companions, though. Perhaps I’m just a bit on edge, but can’t help the feeling that something’s has it’s eye on me.
Haven’t gotten much sleep this night. Every little sound has been putting me off. Writing helps to calm my nerves a bit, but I do really miss the company.
Entry 4
So it’s been a few days now since last I wrote in here. Truthfully I was worried for a bit that I’d lost my way, but I’ve now came across a fisherman named Frumgar, retired soldier by the look of him. Anyway, he offered me a night at his home, which is awful generous. A sleep in a real bed sounds wonderful right now, so I could hardly refuse.
We’ll head in the morning, and spend the night at his camp by the river.
Entry 5
We broke camp at dawn, and I helped him load the fish he’d caught onto his cart. Once on the road Frumgar and I got to talking. I told him that I’m headed home to visit family, and he told me a bit about himself. He said that he was a soldier at the garrison in Stangard, but the military life wasn’t suited for him at his age. His wife Dunlida moved up north from a place called Harwick, and they built a lumber mill by the river here with their own hands. They remind me of my parents, a bit.
Entry 6
After staying at the lumber mill the last few days, Dunlida offered me some supplies for the rest of my journey. I really couldn’t ask anything more from them, but I think they were just happy to have a visitor. I told them a bit of what I’d seen happening in Bree-land, and they told me a bit about what’s been going on in the Mark. I think perhaps I’ll head out next morning. It’d pain me to be any more of a burden on these two.
