((An old, ripped and quite large diary of the Mason family ‘founder’, most of the letters are clearly visible. Only Traggan should have access to it.))
August 27, 2774
Today it’s exactly three months since dad died. I’m sure he’s smiling at me from the heaven, especially ever since I’ve avenged his death and killed that smelly orc! I swear to my death that I’ll protect mum from all harm to come. Now I understand why she didn’t want us to go on that big hunt. She probably knew something would happen and she even spoke up, but they had this argument and... I went with dad, because he needed my help.
I’m starting to like fishing again. I’ve spent a whole day catching fish and I also caught an enormous salmon! Must have at least twenty pounds that one. Mum was very happy when she saw it and gave me a few coins, so I can buy me something in Bree next time I venture there. But it’s strange that she’s so happy. I didn’t see her smile a single time since dad is gone, and suddenly a fish does the trick?
In any case, I’ll spend next few days fishing because our supplies are running out. Mum said the supplies are just fine, but I’ve seen the storage and I’m not stupid. We have only a few haunches of lamb and boar meat, but no more fish. Willie used to catch most of the fish, and after he died the supplies slowly started to run out.
Oh, I know what I’m going to buy in Bree. A new fishing pole! Dad promised me one that is as old as his predecessor line, but he didn’t have the time to tell me where it is, and mum doesn’t know either. So I guess I’ll have to get a new one.
