It has been long since I've been able to take up this book and write and still I'm hesitant of writing
Some time has passed since it happened but I cannot get it out of my head, I've had little sleep and I know they have begun to worry due to my lack of eating but how can I eat when the faces of those men haunt me still?
It happened not long after we came to rest in the Forsaken Inn that we came upon a dwarf in search of his kinsmen who had been lost while making their way through the lands to trade with the Eglain.
We could not ignore him nor his missing kinsmen and so we joined with him and ventured further into the hills after we found some tracks. It was there we met with a group of merchants.
They took to weapons and so did some of our own. We tried to talk things through and we happened to learn a few things about these merchants, such as their involvement with the missing dwarves as well as others. From what was overheard they were aligned with the Old man, that we assume to mean Sharkey. They were no simple merchants, that much was certain.
Before I knew, however, a fight had broken out between us and them and all though I had hoped and prayed none had to be slain there were few of the others that fell but I managed to save a couple.
I should have been paying more attention to our dwarf companion for as I returned to the merchant's tent with the injured I came upon him with a crossbow in hand and aimed toward whom I presumed to be the leader of the group..
Bound and on his knees at the mercy of the dwarf. Thorontir stood nearby but did nothing, his back was turned perhaps he didn't even realize and I was too late to act.
The dwarf squeezed the trigger.
An execution, a murder.
I wanted to yell at him, I wanted to punish him, I wanted to know why. I made my way to the dwarf to yell at him but as I stepped closer I saw regret in his eyes, I saw fear.
My own nerves dropped and I turned to make my way back out into the rain that began only moments after the fight had ended, as if the skies themselves wept from this senseless loss of life.
We've spoken little of what happened that day and have finally found shelter for us to rest and make plans on how to approach the matter at hand while the injured heal and others to gather their thoughts and mend their spirit..
I had hoped never to face such a thing. To battle Men instead of simple beasts or the servants of darkness. My hand still shakes at the thought and I still see their faces when I close my eyes.
Ulfey should join with us soon and I shall ask her if she cannot put my mind at ease so that I may continue this journey, to be prepared to face what lies ahead.
