Gwenbur

Lendes stood outside the door of her manor, the sun setting casting an orange glow over the small homesteads of Heampdean. Windows reflected the sun brilliantly, winking and flicking from dozens of houses, the air hot and clammy, making Lendes sweat in her long golden dress.

Gwenbur is sat in her home in Pel-e-Maenas, Falathlorn. She opens the diary, reading through her previous entry. She sighs deeply, turning the page. She commences writing.

(The text is written neatly and formally in Common, yet the handwriting has an Elvish look about it) 6 Waterbank Road, Pel-e-Maenas. Dear Gwenbur Tinumir, I have the unfortunate duty to inform you that Dirgon Telfaras Tinumir. Your husband. Has been selfishly taken from this world. We were on watch in the early hours of the morning when they attacked. Few survived.

There are countless stains on the page where ink has smudged, possibly from tears. The writing seems hurried and clumsy.

It has been such a long time since I last written. I have been preoccupied with Defenders business as of late. I was involved in a battle at Gondamon in Ered Luin, many were injured including myself. I was lucky enough to be pulled out of the fray by Zelderan just in time. I had been poisoned by a spider bite and could not walk on my right leg.