Preparations

With a heavy sigh, Hilfar sat at his dinner table. He had finally packed all of his belongings, made preparations for the caravan and sorted all contracts. Quite content with himself he poured a tankard with his home-brew to the brim. He leaned back in his chair, and stared at a map of Eriador on the table. So he was going to pursue this after all. He loved and feared the ancient halls of Khazâd-Dum, there were so many tales told about it, and he was about to find out which tales actually held truth. Was Durin's Bane just a myth? And what of the orc legions..

The days seem to go quickly, as I stay with Zandrianna and help her prepare for the birth of her child.  She is amazing, calm and energetic at once, peaceful and nervous. One never knows her reaction from hour to hour, though even when she is fretting over things she is a joy to be around.  I find her presence to be a balm for my battered spirits, lifting me where naught else has.