It was a hot spring day when Gorlen and the caravan master entered the debilitated building of the apty called Forgotten Inn. My gods, he thought as he looked around, how can these people still suffer the lands when all they seem to reap would be their own frurstated attempts to see one through the days of hardship and begging for that next harvest to eventually not suffocate them in the death of days spent cooking dried out stronks.
A curious smile, sad with longing, yet knowing of what needs to be done, played across his face as he saw the barmaid. Not a spectaculiarly beautiful lass, but her assets was appealing. She was prancing between congregation surrounding a table where a few of these lands patrons find their only solace. She reminded him of Eva. Her smile and laugh, it was all so similar. As soon as his eyes met hers, he looked away. He might just miss Eva more then he realized. The last time they spoke was about the name of a child, if it so happens that he finds himself a father when he eventually returns. It's going to be a long journey, of that has little doubt. Already he's been contemplating on returning to Bree. However, he knew, there was one more small and minor detail that needs to be taken care of in Lake Town. A town where the ghost of his memories haunt the streets much like the filth that lurk in the shadows of the docks. First, he also knew, he needs to find the peace in himself. Eva being back in Bree; no doubt already fuming over the reasons he gave her. They were vague and fickle; he didn't want her to worry. Though, the last time they spoke it was about the rather good possibility that she might just be pregnant with his child. A child he'd return to even if it means to sludge through a thousand orcs and daggers bleeding in his back.
Tomorrow they'd have to leave for the last part, maybe camp along the East Road, towards the "Last Bridge" What a name, he thought. A last bridge before the forest of the Trolls.
