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While this chronicle is not 'written' per se, it is remembered by Sarnai.
This chronicle details the memories of the Easterling woman Sarnai, who is, by her own choice, very far from home indeed. It contains stories that lead up to her arrival in Eriador, but would mostly be comprised of those pertaining to her childhood in Rhûn.
Sarnai rode off down the road from Arrowhaven to Netherworth, her new neighborhood. While she had certainly enjoyed her stay in the inn, it had too many mixed memories attached to it, those of nightmares, of blood on the ground.
On the road from Starkglen to Arrowhaven, Sarnai loosened her grip on her mount's reins and let her mind wander, allowing the horse to slow to a leisurely walk.
Sitting atop her bed in the Warhorse Inn, Sarnai turned a wooden object in her hands. It was a crude, if artistically made wooden sculpture of a wagon. She held it up to her window, allowing the late-afternoon light streaming through the glass to illuminate its surface so that she could see it more clearly. After a few moments of adjusting the angle at which she held the object and squinting to see more clearly, Sarnai gently laid it down on the bedspread.