Threarn

A blizzard thrust snow through the air upon the Misty Mountains, the whistling was harsh and the gust of the wind was like a blast upon any who sought to oppose it’s natural power. “Therwen! Where are you?

We departed at last from our makeshift camp where we stopped in order for Knot to recover after his fall,I must say,I was utterly shocked and I feared the worse,but he's of tough craft,that man.

History...

This is just a small phase in a much larger story.

The morning had come and several hours had past since the awakening of the company. However, Alfknutr or 'Knot' was fast asleep. Quarrels had begun to break out among the company and folk began to grow impatient. Redwick tried to calm it but it had proved ill, for he had not handled it well, but alas for his attentions were good.