Has it been two months? No..three months perhaps since I arrived in Elthengels, as I feard I was being placed to be a part of the small force to guard the East wall. The days are long and the nights are even longer...with that I mean that I can not stop thinking, worrying about Caithrin back in Bree.. Have she read the note? Will she wait for me? I can not worry about that for if I do I will not return for I will then take a blade from an orc.
The winter is approaching here and it comes fast as well, the cold air forming small mists clods from our breaths, the campfires are burning all day and all night to keep us warm, not far from us we can hear the orcs, their foul raspy voices speaking a tougne I do not understand but heasring them sends chills down my spine..I am no battleharden warrior as the other soldiers around me
I am beginning to see that this will change me, if it is for good or worse only time will tell..
((One of the notes Milcroft wrote in his little diary during his time in Elthengels and the East Wall))
