Brulk

Sarnai sat alone by the fire, cleaning one of her weapons. It was an arming sword of pale metal, its crossguard wrought in graceful shapes, with a grass-green beryl set in the hilt. Although it was not the kind of blade she had been familiar with from her father's arms, it was Sarnai's first sword, a gift from her first true friend west of the Misty Mountains.

Dawn was close. Angelnarth stooped from atop his galloping horse as his hand reached for the flask of water that was hanging by the saddle. He took a quick, restless look at his surroundings, though it was still way too dark for his eyesight to be of much use, as he raised the flask to his mouth and emptied it to sate his thirst. That was the last of his water for the moment.

Period : Astron -  Afterlith

((Hilfar returned to his workshop after a long journey from Bree. His workshop is situated in the blue mountains found after following a maze of hallways and stone corridors. It is a rather tight place and not a single place on its walls are unused. A great collection of dried herbs and other plants can be found on one end and a collection of cultivation seeds on the other. In the middle stands a stocky table filled with glassware and all manner of elixer vials, mortar and pestels and distillation equipment.))

Short log in Hilfars journal:

Chapter one.