woke up this mornin'... eorl's tits, but I was feelin' bad. Can't remember how I ended up in that good room in the Pony... that man must have helped. Don' think he gave me his name. He paid fer the room though, Butterburr said. heh. Free room! At least i had all m' clothes on ... lost my boot though. Later i found it, next to the jakes. Lookin' at the wine bottle by the bed i reckon that had summat to do with it.

Faustino’s Journal, Ninth night since the eighth moon of this year. Bree, I killed an Elf today, shot him clear through the throat, he dropped to the floor as blood was pouring out of his wound, another elf ducked down and sat next to him, but it was to late, i saw his strength leave as he collapsed. I sheathed my Crossbow on my back, and made a run for it, have they seen me? Maybe, but who cares, I'm like a shade running over the rooftops of Bree, they won't figure out who it was, "hah" Not in a million years.

Since the discovery of what really happened the day his mother was killed, Yarassi had held any from his Birth-land of Rohan at arms length, preferably further. Just one he knew from Rohan he trusted, the barmaid, cook, and seemingly general manager of The Prancing Pony Inn, Cymaru. She had never taken offence at his dislike of speaking his native tongue. Never either had she tried to persuade him otherwise that his distrust was something misplaced.

~Entry dated 30th of April At the end of this road, I have found only sorrow and realisation. That I cannot find the woman I love, and she does not want to return to me. It makes me wonder though, what I must have done to make her leave. The night is still only a blur to me. I still love you Launa no matter how far you are from me. Look after our child too, he will not have a father as he grows up, so look after him for me. ~A second entry, without date is just bellow I head home now, seeing this road has given me no answers... I am concerned, my horse is unwell and my supplies run thin.