At last we have passed the Gap of Rohan. It was an unsettling place, and smoke was on the horizon... I hope not to pass that way again. I have left the caravan company, and travel on my own once more. The lands I pass through are empty, and I try to liven the atmosphere up with my music. It has always lifted my spirits. I plan to head North until I hit some kind of civilization - my map indicated several settlements in that direction. I am tired, and must conserve my food, since hunting without dire need is unthinkable. The next time I write, I plan to be back in some kind of civilization.
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