I didnt write for some time, encumbered with work and preparations for winter. It will be long old one say, as summer was hot and draught lasted almost one moon. Lately i barely left Ost Guruth, as we were needed, to keep watch over walls. At late spring a small group of trolls settled in marches south of Agarwen, a threat that was not easy to be discared. Not only trolls, a raiding party from north, hillmen with red banners, raided a camp near Last Bridge, leaving none alive. We lost some dear friends there, traveling merchant and his family, both their daughters were not seen after, nor body nor blood. Ostwick belives they are taken as slaves, and I was so eager to make hunting party to hill lands. But Grandfather stopped us, saying their fate is written, and there are lot of folk in Ost Guruth that could meet the same fate if we weaken the defences.
I couldnt sleep, many nights, until Ostwick gave me tincture to kn**ock me off my feet at night for time beeing.
I feel tired, but my muscles are as string of my bow, nervous, ready, to take revenge.
Revenge, revenge, revenge
*one cant notice a hole on paper made with something, possible a quill as some ink was on its edges as if someone stabbed repatedly the paper*
