The trek from Forochel was long and tiring.
I rested in Evendim for a time, but it is so close to home, I grew restless and nervous and didn't like being there. I had intended on traveling to Bree, but I found myself in the North Downs instead. It's nearly completely deserted there, I couldn't find anything at all except for old farm houses and ruins.
I came to Trestlebridge and arrived just the other day. The city is nearly gone and there's ash everywhere. The people aren't too terribly bad, but I long for home, and the snow. It's farm to warm and stuffy here, I truly don't like it. I think I am going to keep moving, because breathing in ash and smoke can't be good for you. It seems that whenever one fire goes out, another has sprung up from the wind blowing it.
Trestlebridge isn't awful in itself, I just don't think it's for me. I'm going to continue going South, until I reach Bree. I've heard that all sorts of folk go there, and that many consider it to be a safe haven away from whatever troubles them. I don't know if I could blend in any better there, though, and I think that it might be best if I keep going. Surely they will come to look for me there, if it's known to be a refuge.
There was a man today, one that I hadn't seen before. He was sitting on one of the burned down homes, or what was left of it. He didn't talk a lot and he didn't seem like a pleasant sort, but he caught my interest. He was hurt, and it's always a Healer's duty to help, no matter who they are.
