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As summer changed to autumn and then to winter, the girl met a turmoil that no one could have predicted her to face. It is something she will remember the rest of her days, the pain and regret will be her close companions as long as she breaths. It was a hard lesson for the girl, harder than losing her lover. The girl learnt that she can also lose her friends, no matter how close they were to her. And the man who taught that lesson was called Vandalan.

Osyth closed his eyes.

As he opened them again, he let out a sigh and stretched his long muscular legs until his toes broke the surface of the water. He wriggled his toes and grinned at them, before leaning back on the edge of the bath. “Life is good” he murmured, the warm water massaging his thick muscles as the scent of soap filled his nostrils.

The girl returned to Bree-town, as she intended. It was a difficult task for her. Every single step she took closer to the town felt heavier for her to take. Her feet started to feel weary and all she wished was to turn around and walk to an opposite direction, trying to find the mountain she was curious about. She was certain she wouldn’t make it, but perhaps the lack of sleep and eat had done its deeds.

This journal would not be complete if I would not write about dear Celnessyn and the bathhouse. Should you ever meet her, you would soon notice that she is the most kind and caring woman. She has the feeling of a mother who has empathy and time for every single person in this world, good or bad. She is the most polite person I have ever met and she addressed people with milord and milady, even though there would have not been need for such courteous words.

The girl had paused her writing and turned her head to admire the view. From where she was sitting she could see all around Bree. She was particularly interested in the mountain she saw in the distance. She wondered if she would be able to climb on top of it, then she would surely see all the way to the end of the world.

Before I had fallen for that obnoxious man, I lived quite calm and quiet life in Bree-Town. Or should I say, boring life. Much did not happen, if anything. My greatest joy after my work was to bathe, switch to my pretty dress and walk to the Pony for a goblet of red wine. Quite rarely I spoke to others. I did not see Derenhir and I was certain he had forgotten all about me. Then one day, I met this boy, or should I say a young man, who was a local. A Breelander, can you imagine!

Oft ic sceolde ana Often (or always) I had alone
uhtna gehwylce to speak of my trouble
mine ceare cwiþan. each morning before dawn.
Nis nu cwicra nan There is none now living
þe ic him modsefan to whom I dare
minne durre clearly speak
sweotule asecgan. of my innermost thoughts.

Oh It has been a few days since I arrived in his town and deary me, Oh so much has happened, so many people, things to see, things to do. It is unlike any other town I have been in. My first day I entered myself into the local Inn, "The Prancing Pony". It's very cosy and pleasant and Indeed, felt very quiet.