Dear diary
It was just past supper and I was in the store cleaning up for Father when I heard a loud bang at the door, I raced towards the door and answered who was it but Father himself. He seemed awful distraught and in a slight panic, this made me really nervous..It could have been news of my mother but I highly doubted it. I stared blankly at him as he did me. "Alright Father?" I asked clearly confused as to why he had come down to the smithy so late in the eve. "It is my son...Craign" As he spoke a chill was sent flowing down my spine I knew this could not be good news, "What of Craign?" I now spoke with a hint of dread, knowing the day I had dreaded finally arrived. "He is dead" Father broke down, he sat with his back against an anvil with his gaze fixed on the floor, I now knew what he was about to demand.
"Emreg!" he cried.
"You may be my bastard but you are still my son and that is why I ask this of you." I looked to the floor as he spoke, dreading his final words. "You must go and find your Sister and bring me Craign's body, disband his group and return home, that is all I ask of you." I frowned at my Father, clearly unhappy that this task was placed to me and not one of my cousins or one of my Uncles.
"I will do what I can for my part Father, I will go to Eriador."
Signed Emreg, Bastard
