With Friends in a Barrow

I was glad to find my cousin already out and about in the market in the Stone Quarter, though his note does trouble me for it speaks of him leaving for the Blue Mountains, and that he prepares to stay there for a long time. I decided to head to the Prancing Pony for a drink after reading the note. It was there that I found Elirior and Dernwynn, my two friends. I quickly went to them as I took sips from my mug(Barliman makes excellent ale I tell you.) and I was glad to see that my Elf friend from long ago was there. We insulted and jested about Kalian(Elirior) for several moments, but we went into a serious discussion about how the walking dead are real, and that the Barrow-downs are full of them. Dernwynn said she needed moss from the Barrow-downs, and we all went. A Haradrim had also joined us earlier. Rahvic was his name. I came along with them to prove Kalian wrong, since he believes the dead don't exist, or walk rather. I rested at a large spire in the middle of the Barrow-downs.

The writings now descend into madness, scribbles and other things that someone mad might write-- or attempt to. One could make out distinct things about seeing someone's Grandfather, and mutterings of praying to King Dain, Mahal, and Durin, however these simply seem like the product of a mad man-- or a mad Dwarf rather. It also states that Todsi was struck from a wight's blade, and that he needs to be healed, but what can break Dwarven Armour?  perhaps this is just the writing of a Dwarf gone mad, or something did actually happen.