It was this morning when Emreg brought a letter. The letter was from my father's estate in Gondor. I looked at Emreg with slight confusion at first but it did not take me long to realise what had happened, my lord father had died. This was sad but it was also a wonderful thing. Now I was Lord Merthan. I thought it was a good dream, now after years of waiting I had control of the estate, the Artarian house guard and all the gold that my father and his before him had been saving.
The first change I made was not long after I recived my title Lord. I named my cousin Ostarn captain of the house guard. Stadleth one of my house's allies is going to send twenty riders to my aid. I will use them as scouts but if the time came when our house was being attacked then I would use them in the feild of battle. One of my friend's offered me his sister's hand in marrage, Ruth her name was. Not the best looking maiden in all the land but she will do for now. I would be in need of an heir. The wedding will be held at Stadleth's estate and we shall begin sending the invatations.
This was a strange thing. As soon as word got out about my father's death I was showered with gifts and bride offers. Men came to me and said that they would swear loyalty to me and the rest of my house. I was sent new made swords, spears, shieilds and axes. Armor was made for me bearing the white sword of my house crest. It was all too much for me to handle but in time I will get used to it.
Merthan Artarian
