The first half of this journal is filled with sketches of the flora and fauna of Eriador.
After many entries of mundane, meaningless information, you chance upon the beginning of an interesting tale...
Entry 98, Day 183
We've made it to Bree, my silent friend. The storms, the biting midges, the fever, none of this managed to stop us. I met with the contact who claimed to be in the market for the wares which I have nearly perfected. Bastard had three men jump me from behind, and when I clawed my way out of that wretched cellar, you were all that was left of my past.
All of my tools, all of my family heirlooms, gone.
Everything stolen, melted down, or sold.
Except you. You are still with me, my little brown friend. And together, we shall be born anew from the ashes of our past.
Already we find a home, though we know only one man in Bree, it will be a most interesting prospect.
The man across from me is staring. I am afraid we must part for the time, until we meet again, my only friend.
Letta
