Amateurs....
What ever could have prodded me to join this ragtag group of rangers. This is not where I thought my journey would bring me. I have traveled this far, thinking I would be successful in my mission. It seems there are other plans.
Instead I am following these two rangers of Esteldin. They may count as my kin, but we could not be more different.
Do not get me wrong, the two are kind. Enniliel has a good heart, though she seems a little naive and I worry for her safety as we travel together. And Idhrandir... he means well, but perhaps this mission of his is foolish.
I journey with them for now, but for how long, I do not know. Just until I am successful in finding those who would aid my land, I suppose.
As for...the other one. Edhellaer....oh I could just scream! He acts so high and mighty, talking about duty and shame and kin. As if we do not know what those things mean! Just because he is older, does not mean he is wiser.
He berated us for our quests, saying it was a fool's errand. I am not pleased with his attitude. Father would have had him mucking the stables for his silly words, I am sure. If that....man... dares to tell us what to do one more time, he will find my fist in rather unfortunate places.
No man is in charge of my duty. And no man will tell me how I should act or behave. I will keep my quiet for now, for the others wish him to stay with us through the Trollshaws. But if dares treat us like children again, I will not stay my voice.
This group will be the death of my sanity....
It is a long road ahead, so I must retreat until my next free moment.
