I have long since stopped counting the days, but have decided to record my thoughts again, I had chosen to in the past, but I'd rather start a new book upon them, forget the things within the old pages.
I have recently met a Man, an Beorning (Not that his people know..) of all people; he has spoken at length to me, we met upon the Road in fact. I was gathering fruit to dry, and make paint from. I believe he was hunting an Orc Pack near-by.
We stopped near one another and spoke; though first his words were difficult to grasp, after a while we understood one another; and, honestly I find him quite fascinating; why he is here, what he hopes to achieve, and more so, the moral implications as to why exactly he has chosen this...I have no where left to head anymore, no boat to carry me from here. So I will stay.
Perhaps I will meet others like this Man, perhaps it will turn interesting.
