Fiontann's journal

I may be sitting in the safety of the mountain, enjoying my late tea while the others are sent out but that doesn't mean that I'm not worried, or that I won't do anything about what is happening. I will do something too, far from what the others will, do an investigation of my own, find Amrath, I haven't heard from him for quite a while now and I worry. I will wait for the group to leave first before I go.

Tordan is dead. Amrath is on the move. Something is happening, he saw some strange men talking to the brigands of Evendim and the brigands spoke about a job they have, with the Dourhands here in Ered Luin.

I just arrived at Rothrian's house and my left leg stings me, she managed to stop the bleeding and bandage it and they all ran after that bastard that tried to rob us. But they don't know us at all... No one messes with us without consequences...

It's been two days now that I am out here, scouting the orcs and memorising their patrols and routes. I hope the others re doing well and that they have found Sparrow after she left, in a frantic state after receiving a mysterious letter, delivered to Rothrian, but stating Sparrow as the recipient. Everyone's reactions must have blown our cover but we cannot stop, we need to find what is happening and stop it. Rothrian is in charge and I trust that there will be no trouble.

Forsaken Inn, an intriguing and odd place with all sorts of people, others with doubtful alignment and others who just do their jobs as merchants, travelers and more. All seek shelter here since it's the only inn for many leagues and danger lies both in and out of the inn. Tonight I passed the night in the Forsaken Inn and I will probably stay here for more days, we have to find out something here.

Today we went into the mines along with some Dwarves from the Durin's  Folk Trading Company, the Dourhands had spread in there too. It makes one wander how do they manage to keep control of such places when the rest of the Dwarves are around.

We reached the Stone-Folk settlement as a native called it, it's the Dwarven settlement up in Forochel. The trip was not long, but the cold and the snow hindered us.

It was a good day today, we hunted, gathered wood and fruits, bargained and bought supplies and we are preparing to go North. To Forochel, the riddle has been cracked and that place is named. Everyone worked hard, now we will smoke and salt the meat, prepare the furs, put all the things on the horses that are left and leave. We are one step ahead of the enemy and that is good, we don't have to hurry that much, but we must be cautious and not lightheaded.

Resting at Ost Forod, a place where the inhabitants are of doubtful alignment, it suits us one can say, beaten and tired, with half of our supplies lost here and there. I reunited with my companions recently, I had to leave them at the fields of Annundir if I recall its name correct. It's there that we first encountered that tall man who treats the wargs as his children, and they obey...

Today we starter our journey, everyone was at the meeting point at the designated hour, we waited for some minutes more for any late arrivals and we started the trip. We moved slowly and carefully, the night was thick and it was cold. The wolves kept us company from inside Far Chetwood, by singing the melodies of the night, yet none dared to attack. It was obvious that they were uneasy. An uneasiness caused from something that I do not know, but I can tell that it wasn't presence to blame.