House Thorongial

Duarion wandered through the woods beyond Bree's south gate, savouring the sweet night air. There was barely any wind and the sky was clear. Whenever the stars shone as brightly as they did that night, he felt at peace.

"So, at last we find each other," a voice came from behind him.

My dear Papa,

It has been a long time since I last recorded my thoughts. I find my mind is full of recent events - perhaps writing them down will help clear them.

So it seems Bree has not changed. There is always a drunken brawl to be had near the Pony. It turned out that one of the men involved has agreed to become part of House Thorongial! I will have to keep some of these folk in line if they begin to damage our reputation.

When I awoke in front of the fire today, Lady Saeldith had gone. I confess I was a little saddened, but I know I cannot always be by her side. I will see her again.

My wounds are greatly healed - her skill with herbs and lore is impressive. I still ache in my chest but I can breathe more easily. The scar on my arm is now more of a reminder not to be caught than a real trouble to me. It is time to return to my duties for House Thorongial.

What happened while I was away?

It seems that I was gone longer than I thought. The troubles to the north have kept me away from my duties. Last night I returned to find Lady Saeldith alone - so many have abandoned her it makes me sick! I will not stray far again.