Faustino

Eighth year, summer, camped in the Bree-fields.

The tides turn so fast it's now hard to keep up with everything.

Arrived at the Old Bridge today. Well the Greenway is certainly not a nice place to be taking a stroll after all... Filled with highwaymen, desperate people preying on the travellers. Heh, not that there are many travellers these days... I've been riding for six days straight, and I've only encountered about a dozen of them... Poor scared people, on the flight to the north.

Faustino’s Journal, first night since the second moon of this year. Carridan Estate, There she sat the murderer of my daughter Sharine. a filthy smirk on her face, Argewyn the lass i once called a friend but not anymore.

Faustino’s Journal, Seventh night since the tenth moon of this year. Pimbledore Bree-land, It has been two full moons since my last writing.

i got m'coin all stolen in that Pony. All done afore my eyes an' all... so I aint complainin'... done well too, it was. Olver, Wolt and that Rose lass, they cleaned me out proper. Heh. still, Olvar kept buying the ale... so I reckon I drank more coin than i actually lost. An' he bought me a room too. So... in truth, I won!

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.