My old journal is depleted. Beginning anew.

I was called but I did not answer. 

It has been days now since it came. A companion of Halbarad - of The Grey Company - entered my camp, I was not startled, only a kinsman knows where I camp or would approach so calmly. I was not unhappy for the company but his words filled me with dread, even as he said them with a smile. Our chieftain had called for us to gather and to ride, to ride south, to ride to war. 

Valanya, the 18^th day of Coirë

Elenya, the 1^st day of Coirë

Yesterday, in the evening, I was at Mr. Brablo’s library.
Upon arriving, I was actually quite shocked: I found him sitting down in his chair, sleeping. Waking up, it seemed as though he had slept since noon, or so, but I did not say much on the matter: his sleeping habits are his own, of course.

It was yesterday that I had visited Mr. Brablo’s home.
His burrow was grand, and every piece of furnishing inside seemed to bring the other pieces together: paintings, sculptures, and maps. Several bookshelves lined the walls, also, which sparked a great deal of joy in me – I was standing in the burrow of an author that I admire, and everywhere his books were.

My home in Barleywick is quite something: the locals are already questioning my odd habits, I do believe. Though I have yet to swim, or boat – for which I fear I shall receive a great many stares.

Aldúya, the 49^th day of Lairë

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Aldúya, the 1st day of Lairë

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