Arunel

Still in Bree, two days before we set out east. The tavern of Barliman was filled with men of the mark this day, drinking, laughter and boasting about their strength. It attracted the attention of many other people who joined without invitation, the savage tribesman a shady sea captain and some other patrons. Melowen clearly recovered from her wounds as she was already picking a fight with this savage who is about twice her size.

The first entry in this new blue covered journal I bought from the market in Bree. New white pages which hopefully will be filled with writings of our successful journey to our homeland. Preparations are currently on my mind. Which path shall we follow? 

The Gap of Rohan 

The mines of the dwarves

The Redhorn mountain pass near the ruins of the ancient elven kingdom

I sit here at this desk at the infirmary of Bree. Behind me Melowen is recovering of yet another arrow wound. This wound was caused during our reckless effort today. Melowen got hold of a strange letter, I quickly read it when she gave it to me, but I can not recall the exact words. I have searched the entire room, but I can not find that bloody letter! It was a piece of a puzzle I fail to solve. The letter said something about a noble being escorted to the north by the enemy. The letter pointed towards a ruin south of Bree.