[[Narys]]

He needed an ally. Someone he could work with. Someone with a bow. His mind wandered to the wild, red headed lass he knew in Bree-land and her skill at hunting. How he missed the fiery Narys, how he wished she could be there with him for both her bow and her passionate embrace.

My last journal was lost as were many other things, presumably forever. Of my earthly things I have lost to this ill-begotten journey it is that which I shall miss the most dearly. I have had the fortune to secure another to continue my musings, of which there are many.