Falraenn

Diary, 

I have been very busy of late, I have been looking up and down the East-West road between the homesteads and Bree, and looked around the marshes. There's no sign of my quarry anywhere. I've barely had a chance to see my friends. 

Diary,

So everything is sorted with Ana now, we spoke about my fears and doubts and she's fine with it all.

Diary,

This is terrible, Fal got stabbed while out in Beggars Alley. I don't know the full story or all the details, but I know the robber didn't get much coin off her, so decided to take her dress. I feel so awful for her to have had to go through that, I wish I could help but I don't know these big towns! I don't understand how anyone could feel the need to do that to another person, let alone someone as sweet as Fal. This is just... just awful!

While spending my time off talking about work related matters with Mandic at the Pony today, I was interrupted by a woman who sought more information about the actions of the Watch in regards to an attack that happened this week. Due to being preoccupied with other work (refer to my other report for more information), I was unable to answer her questions, but decided to follow her to the scene of the crime in order to gain more information about what occured.

Diary,

Where do I begin? I guess when I arrived at the Dawn Hall yesterday, Basaran had large portion of the company in a meeting, he'd decided to make us clean up the hall after some acrobats painted it Pink. Apparently it was revenge against Skalforn for ruining their lawn, so he was tasked with cleaning the roof.

The hill of Buckland offers a beautiful view of the Brandywine River and the surroundings, it's almost relaxing looking at the Hobbits do their labours while I smoke with my flask, lying on the comfortable grass on the hill. But then... The shriek of a crebain takes it all away and makes me turn to look at he Barrow Downs... Where that Necromancer lives...