Seaver

Found:

Give me a chance! I've not even left yet!

I'm a coward. I know I am. Oh, that sweet pretty little lady Neyaa may well call me the bravest woman she's met, but we both know she was flirting with me. Of course she was. I'm gorgeous!

But there lies my cowardice in all its glory.

Denial.

I don't think I've ever felt like this. Not truly. Not even with Tailia. My own fucking wife could not evoke such disdain, such hate. Yet this woman did. This fucking woman. Who the fuck is she? Was anything ever real? I doubt it. She made her decision. After everything we shared, after everything that I did, and gave up, for her...

Found:

Resolve.

He stole my bedroll. He stole my bedroll! I laughed until tears leaked from the corners of my eyes when I realised that.

Lacking anything warm or comfortable to protect my flesh from the rocks of the roads, I decided to go into town and see if I could find him to ask what he'd done with it. Of course he was nowhere to be found. I did, however, find a flyer documenting an inn just outside of town. Perhaps the rooms would be cheaper there?

Found:

A momentary distraction.

Bree, Oh Bree. I wish I could say I loathed you but, in truth, you're just sort of there. Your mud, your stench, your cobbles and dun coloured everything, it all seems to exist solely for the sake of not leaving too wide a space on the map. Subsequently, I harbour no feelings for you whatsoever, good or ill. My ambivalence toward you is only matched by your overall blandness.

Found:

Nightmares of the past.

I'm at a complete loss. I certainly didn't want to stay in Rohan, but where else could I possibly go? There was nowhere in this world for me. There never had been and there never would be. But staying where I was meant having to deal with these mutton-chopped fools and the very real possibility of running into the wastrels of my childhood. So, I saddled Steel, gathered up my things and left.

100 female short swords, long swords
200 male short swords, long swords and halberds.
150 female Halberds
250 female spears
500 male spears
500 fire pots
600 rolls of bandages
100 splints
600 rolls of sinew
600 rolls of thread
1000 needles

​The first thing the Eorling woman was aware of when she awoke was the pain in the back of her neck when she lifted her head. The pain tugged and traveled across her shoulders and shot up into the back of her head. Her throat was parched, her eyelids stubborn to open. She rubbed them both, her vision cleared before her thoughts and it was then she realized she was still sitting on the floor of her chambers next to the wall near to her door.