Rohan is aflame. Only shortly have I looked upon the sea of grass that I once dared to call my home. Its destruction was already known to me. The Riddermark has little to offer me, at this moment.
I am unsure if the coming conflict can be won as quickly as predicted. Never did I truly thought that it would go on as far as it did, yet what has been done has been done. My focus has shifted for the time being, back to Bree. My master has plans for that place but the war in the South requires his full attention. I will prepare what can be prepared. Every day more refugees come from the South and East as well, all are factors that will need to be noted. So much to do.
At least one piece of the puzzle has fallen into my hands. An old friend who was to be disposed of some time ago crawled back from a mountain. Who else might crawl out from under the snow? It matter little. The pawns have been set, the right people are under my sway and I can sit back and I can judge which move to play. All in the right time.
