About four years ago, I was told that I went on a hunting trip in Mirkwood with an Elven friend or perhaps a sibling. While what happened to her remains uncertain, I know that I experienced something so shocking that I fell unconscious and remained so for a long time. The elves of Mirkwood took care of me and wouldn’t allow me to leave until they were sure I had fully recovered.
I know my name... Clindor. They mentioned that I might have friends in a place called Bree, or perhaps I used to live there once. I don’t know what I saw, what caused my memory loss, or how I might reclaim my past. The only thing I am certain of is that if I go to Bree, I might find some answers—or at least, that’s what I hope.
