Its morning my steed is ready and my bags are prepared. Only one more thing to do, to write to my dearest because lately we haven't had the chance to meet . They called me to war...Ettenmoors is again under siege but this time its a larger force. I left my house immediately after I finished the letter "If i won't come back continue without me..." that's the last phrase from the letter. I left as fast as my horse could and soon my house was far behind. I traveled day and night till i finally reached the camp.
The next day I write before the Orcs to come we are all prepared but now we wait...fear is a sharper sword than any. Many of the free people are new to the war I can see that into their eyes. I must end it now as the horn of war sounds across our heads and over the Hills I will write again as soon as I can...
