Ingrandor

Hellrien was sleeping soundly at her two hour break and Ingrandor was outside wrapped up in the blankets and laying on a wagon in order to avoid the cold wind.

A shipment from Dale is coming to Bree and the owner of Applegate Transports, Albert Applegate contacted Ingrandor to arrange its protection. The Gondorian sellsword was going to Trestlebridge to see how the village fares after the withdrawal of the forces of the Dawn and sent a letter to Hellrien.

Hellrien! Hello Hellrien,

How are you? I hope that my letter finds you well, truly I do. I also hope that you have recovered from your wounds the other day, which was months ago. I actually believe you did, because you have a meeting today. I arranged it for you actually. Let me elaborate though, I don't like going on and on without getting in the matter at hand and as you know I am not a talker, I act!

Morning entry

It was an early morning in Dol Amroth when the gates of the great city opened and 20 riders came out of it, their armour and weapons were shining as they reflected the light of the warm sun. The children of the city ran after them I the opposite direction of their school, watching as the first patrol of the day started. Somewhere in the front lines was a man with a wide smile and gleaming eyes, his name is Ingrandor, a boy that breathed for the army, the passion for honour and duty was instilled into him from his early days.

Bandits – The Rescue.

Just up the slope, the bandits' encampment could just about be made out through the gap in the trees.  Firelight reflected off the higher ruins and the occasional muffled laugh or curse could be heard.  The night was still otherwise, save for the lapping of water and the occasional hoot of an owl heard overhead on silent wings.

The Plan.