It was just another day for Notvar, as he was heading south, near the woods by Annundir. The sun was coming setting, so it was time to find somewhere safe to stay for the night.
As he walked, Notvar noticed something strange by the distance. A figure twirling around on the ground. "A boar?" He asked himself. As he got closer and closer, Notvar finally noticed that a man was laying on the ground, barely making any sound but seeming to be in pain.
The man had blonde hair and barely had any clothes on, showing a great number of scars on his back. He was covered in his own blood, appearing to be beaten and stabbed by a blade, by the multiple wounds on his body. From his appearance, Notvar deduced he was an Eorling.
Notvar ran towards the man, trying to help him as best as he could. But there was no use, there was nothing around but trees and creatures that could easily put the man out of his misery. The man was mumbling something, so Notvar leaned closer to him to hear him.
"Deorgast... seek Fiontann in Bree..."
The man had put his final strength in these words, as his head fell to the left side and he gave his final breath. There was nothing more that Notvar could do, he was finally dead. He thought about the man's words as he was resting in a small camp near the place where this has happened, and by the time the sun rose he set out towards Bree.
