((The following is a recollection of a past journal entry which serves to enrich back story, nothing written in these pages has taken place recently))
Having left the damned city, no longer did the Lonely Mountain cast its shadow over him. Only did the cruel memories of times past torment a man left with nothing but his will and wits.
“To think things ended how they did, I find myself in aching sorrow yet I am determined to find my mother. I know only so much of the lands beyond Dale, I’ve deemed it the best course of action to head towards Esgaroth the town which sits upon the Long Lake. Maybe there I can find answers of my mother’s whereabouts and hopefully find some work. Before leaving, Birtha my former employer was generous enough to supply me with provisions for the days to come. Although it’s best I make haste to find some way to keep myself fed.
After leaving the City of Dale at the break of dawn I continued south following the River Running. I should arrive at Esgaroth by tomorrow, for now I am making camp near the road commonly used by merchants. It’s unsettling; as much as I fear for my mother’s well being I can’t help but feel a sense of relief, as if I’ve started to leave behind the shackles that have bound me to this torment.” - Alewood
