Hello again my leathery friend. Been a few days since last we spoke, last time must have been while I was still in the mountains.
Well, I am back home.. Loads of trouble, oaths being unkempt and oaths being remade. Lordlings coming about the Dawnhall to spit insults and make judgments they do not know the truth of... Well.. lordling. But I confess, it does seem as if Hyrien has kept control of the Dawn in my absence, at least well enough, if not the way I would have done it. She is a good lass, however, I am concerned that Neyaa was wounded a few days after my return.. seems she took some trip with Hyrien and a couple others to Ered Luin.. doing work.. free of charge.. I am away for a short time and Hyrien starts to do charity... She has still much to learn I suppose.. so does many of the Dawners. Half of them only know the rudimentary of swordfighting, the other half has limbs cut off. Farmers, maidens and cripples is what we are, sad as it is. We need young recruits, molded from the start. The bastards will be either bent or broken in the training.. I hope.. damned boys and girls the lot of them.. Speaking of bastards.. seems to of my own brood has found me this very week.. Shirleigh and Aemalia.. They did not seem to take kindly to me.. Perhaps I should wait before telling them of their half siblings.. Oh well.. I best put the pen down for now, if I sit too long my damned leg starts to grow roots and complain when I rise..
See you again some other day, lad.
