And so we are here, you and I, alone in the cold mountains. It is nice to just relax for a moment. Who would have thought you were the only I dared taking with me. I considered leaving a note for Neyaa.. but I could not chance that anyone else would find it, and at the end of the day, I need time to think.
I need time from the Dawn.. These days, if I had my way, the Dawn would be nothing more than an army of ghosts and a pile of corpses.. One stupid decision on top of another. So instead of burning down the Dawnhall, I thought perhaps me leaving for a while would be better. But you know this my little journal, you know this. You are with me here, here in seclusion in the mountains. Cripples, half wits and kitchen-maids. That is all the Dawn is these days, it's better I leave for a while, I will calm myself, and I will think upon if I want to return to them in time. "The Dawn always rises again the next morning". They will all be dead should we fight a battle, few of them have the mettle. They want to run around playing at war, but few of them are actually able. And I am actually considering if it would not be better if they all perished in a roaring fire as to make songs be sung of them.. and me. I will stay here, and I will be back in Bree, when I return. I know not if it will be sooner, later or at all. My mind is too clouded to tell.. I shall go for a walk.
"The Dawn always rises again the next morning"
