Last I was to Bree I did not see my sister or father, nor did I see my friends or my love. And just as I got there I left again to finish what I started what seems like years ago.
To see the disasembeling of the house that I grew up in and the few things I could actually save from the clutches of greedy folk was hard. What could be saved from the household I made sure it was sent to their rightfull owner.
The resident would be filled with new people soon. Fathers trusted friend bought it and made sure he at least would see to that the house would not be torn down. I know it was not out of kindness to me but because of the respect and care he feel for my father. Without him knowing it, I owe him for that.
My father has kept his honour and respect amongst the people of Minas Tirith. My sister as well. I kept them well out of the picture during this. Taking the full responsibility and fall of this is the only way to attone for my doings.
As I, being the head of the family, causing all this, fall into the category of villains, they keep their place in the society.
I am now traveling. Seeing more of the world around me. With only my horse as my companion and my saddlebag with provisions. The clothes my friend, Saya, gave me along with some new daggers is helpfull. The road has not been too friendly.
Now begins a new chapter of my life. What happened earlier in my life was just the beginning of the story, now starts the adventure...and the danger.
