The days have passed, I've been at the pony, got drunk, slept well, saw her... Now it's time to return to the Halls of Moria, I think there isn't much left to do there, some more fights and it will be over. The mercenaries, including me, will leave that place, we cleared the areas that the Dwarves needed, we repelled every attack and kept the Orcs away. Now, some minor clearing and we will return. I have nothing to return to. My house, my empty and newly decorated house and the Prancing Pony, where ale awaits... And my friends in the Bloody Dawn.
Now I sit here in the Pony, drinking and writing, as I write I caress my sword, my loyal friend and companion in whole Middle-Earth. Time passes and I think of her... At first I was sad, but now I am not, she is happy, and that's all that matters, I have battles to keep me happy, battles and ale, and of course my friends, and the closest of all, Neyaa, my daughter as Xeple called her.
Time is passing and my tankard empties slowly... The night is fading and a new dawn rises, a red Dawn... I am eager for battle, I hope the Orcs in Moria will be sufficient and quench my thirst... They shall not consume me, I will live. Live and prevail! I was born and raised a loser, but I live a winner, and winner I will die!
