Faustino

Faustino’s Journal, Eight night since the eighth moon of this year. Bronhaven, A knock on the door, I tilted my head while I was sitting in my chair, who could it be, I walked to the door, opened it and there was a man, introduced himself as “the courier” he handed me a pouch filled with silver coins, and a letter…

Faustino’s Journal, sixth night since the eighth moon of this year. The Pony, I was standing against the post casually as always, minding my own business talking to a young lass. The Lass was Rohirric, found she had the same mutual hatred for Gondorians as I did. Strange, in times of war these two regions should be aligned but a long hold grudge got the better of them. It matters not, it will only be in the better for us we will gladly make use of this feud between the two and rise up to pillage their towns. Our talk drifted away, questions of whereabouts and age filled the Lass her mind.