Nellye

*This is written in a trembling manner, scratches can be seen here and there and spilled ink*

It is high time I wrote something about the dearest friend I have, his name is Fiontann and I just hope that you get to spend many years getting to know him.  Most of my friends are sellswords son, and as such the risks to their mortality are great.  But if the Gods are just, they will keep Fiontann safe for he is one of the best men that I know, if not the best.

The air was cold that night, and Deor was laying near the edge of the river, awaiting his death. There was not much to do for him, for he endured some hard times in the hands of his own kin. They beat him halfway to death, and left him to be eaten by bears or wolves.

He was not moving and was barely breathing. Some of his ribs were crushed, and the grass near his laying half naked body was covered in his blood. Life was fading out for Deorgast. 

It was late in the afternoon when Fiontann went a walk to Rossethor and Nimeway's house.

"There is no foot too small that it cannot leave an imprint on this world"

It was late evening and Neyaa had not felt the child move since yesterday morning.