Deorgast sat on his camp set in Chetwood, a campfire to keep his feet warm as he roasted some boar meat freshly caught. He felt alive for once, listening to the sounds of the forest he learned to love dearly. There was a lot going through his mind, as he took a small notebook from Grimme's bag and some ink. He started writing, sitting with his back leaned on a big tree.
"Finally, back in Bree... I've missed this. I'm in love with Rohan, that goes without saying, but there's something about this place... or it's people? Anyways, it gives me a bit of peace. There are animals to hunt, ale to drink, swords to swing and fighting to do. What more could a man ask of a place?
However, something feels different from what it was when I had that incident. I've got this weird feeling about this place now. It feels darker, it feels lonely, it feels... I don't know. There's only a few I can trust. Before I knew that I had my back covered, but now... Watch yourself Deor, or you'll end up worse than you did before.
Maybe I'm just too soft on everyone. Do I need to tear anyone's face apart to prove myself worthy? Torture anyone as it was done to me? If so, be it... There's no one to be trusted. Heck, I feel safer around the bears here than within my own kin. Someone from my company told me I should have stayed dead and that I should have never returned. Aye, from my own company. A person whose back I used to cover. Dead men can't watch over their own, can they? I'm blind then.
I feel a major change is coming due to recent events, but I cannot see it happening... What may that be? I am alone. It is happening again.
I can only trust my bow now... Revenge."
Deor pulled his hood up and put out the campfire, grabbing his bow and climbing upon Grimme's saddle, galloping quickly towards the town.
"Finally, back in Bree... I've missed this. I'm in love with Rohan, that goes without saying, but there's something about this place... or it's people? Anyways, it gives me a bit of peace. There are animals to hunt, ale to drink, swords to swing and fighting to do. What more could a man ask of a place?
However, something feels different from what it was when I had that incident. I've got this weird feeling about this place now. It feels darker, it feels lonely, it feels... I don't know. There's only a few I can trust. Before I knew that I had my back covered, but now... Watch yourself Deor, or you'll end up worse than you did before.
Maybe I'm just too soft on everyone. Do I need to tear anyone's face apart to prove myself worthy? Torture anyone as it was done to me? If so, be it... There's no one to be trusted. Heck, I feel safer around the bears here than within my own kin. Someone from my company told me I should have stayed dead and that I should have never returned. Aye, from my own company. A person whose back I used to cover. Dead men can't watch over their own, can they? I'm blind then.
I feel a major change is coming due to recent events, but I cannot see it happening... What may that be? I am alone. It is happening again.
I can only trust my bow now... Revenge."
Deor pulled his hood up and put out the campfire, grabbing his bow and climbing upon Grimme's saddle, galloping quickly towards the town.
