*Telferas leans against a tree, takes out a tattered book and begins to scrawl neatly into it*
My story, in my opinion, has now become all that more interesting... I have recently left my post upon the Talans and have travelled further West. I now find myself resing in a town, for which I have little respect, known as Bree.
*He relaxes slightly as he gazes around*
I have made freinds, and have accompanied old ones. But I cannot help but feel as if I was meant to be out here, rather than spending my entire life, upon the Talans of Mirkwood. I now realise that only time will tell, and perhaps I shall remain away from The Mirkeaves longer than intended.
I will not lie, I do not like this town, nor the people who inhabit it. But I find myself strangely attatched to is... almost as if I am meant to be here.
A new freind of mine, a Beautiful woman by the name of Gwenbur brought me here and we have exchanged stories of our lives, though I am quite sure I do not know everything about her. Though I do not object as I have not given her the whole story of mine either. Perhas someday I shall... I will in fact.
*Telfaras takes out the small knife gifted to him by Gwenbur and smiles*
She gave me her blade, as a reminder of her whilst I am gone. And she now holds three of my arrows, which I indicated she should practice with after our short time together in the town of Archet when her father suggested I teach her how to use a bow.
I do not intend to be gone for long, perhaps only a few days, perhaps a few weeks, though I shall return and visit her once more. As well as Halgilad and his wife Melquen.
<There is a small feather stuck to the bottom of the page, labelled 'North Downs Hawk'
*Telferas stretches and closes the book, slipping it back into his pack and sliding up his hood.*
