Rubymay

Sunlight finally breaks through the cloud of mist that inhabited the small hide-away's main window, and rays of light flood into the room. A mess, by all accounts. Scraps of text, and books, lay scattered across a desk. A pot spilling its inky contents onto a parchment which may have held information one could deem important, but now was  blotched with black. Words lost to the will of the void. As the light works its way steadily into the room, caution thrown to the wind as the room's contents are revealed to the world, a scarred body lay still upon the bed.

News finally came from Esteldin.
We have found traces of more and more Dunlanders rallying to those of the white hand and this might become troublesome for the southern lands of Eriador.
Though Eregion belongs to the kin of elves, our relation with them does ask of us to investigate this. We can not afford to fight a threat in the south but if it comes to that we must be prepared. Halbarad asked me to travel to Enedwaith and perhaps to Dunland to see what may be rising there.

It has been a while since I last wrote about my business of late but I believe its time to collect my thoughts once more.

First off there is the matter of Fiontann and Rothrian, suddenly they have returned to Breeland and with them they brought a heap of trouble.
On the day I got to see them again I got lured into a trap, almost died of smoke inhalation, got trapped in a cave, had a unpleasant encounter with the orcs of Cirith Nûr and that within the span of what may have been an hour or two at most.