Aallan

I’m finding it difficult to put my thoughts to paper today.

It would take a novel to recount the events in their entirety. I will not try to.

((OOC note: I'll be adding a few lyrics from a song solely to how Dryn would have thought of the events and a tad bit of entertainment. Kudos to you who know the song))

There's too many men, too many people

Making too many problems....

There was little sleep to be had. The overnight guards' voices, the shuffling of boots passing her cell, the occasional lecherous whisper of the other prisoners, all served to deny her any slumber.

It was dusk when Aallan could hear footsteps coming through the Chetwood.  At last, he could have his chance to talk with his father and give him a piece of his mind, or perhaps even with some luck even get him to leave Bree-Town and go about his buisiness.  Unfortunately, he was not so lucky, as he scaled his way to the canopies of the forest, he could also see seven more armed men accompanying the man who called himself his father.  Upon further inspection from where he was, and the foliage covering him, he could make out the uniforms of these seven men.

It was yesterday since Aallan sent the letter to the man who called himself his father.  The night prior, he had already thought of a plan to escape once the meeting between father and son was finished or went wrong for the latter.

To set this implementation, he had gathered ten bows from the hapless Blackwolds in Chetwood, where he was residing at this time.  In addition, he found five long coils of rope in their hideout.

I know it has been a long time since I wrote last time.  I should be rather brief with this one, since I don't have much access to parchments or a quill pen... 

Another day had passed and I still haven't seen someone. It had made me worried though what happened during the time spent at Bree did not make anything better.

What the hell is wrong with me?  I should never have left the happy group like this.  Then again, Dryn gets a new haircut, Bryn and Conrob return from their getaway, Raven and Ithy are getting married, and all I can think about is how the father who left me to rot in jail as a young boy is known to those he meets as a hero.