Musings of a Rambling Eorling
A well worn and tattered tome lays before you, its pages folded and some torn. A well loved and well used book. Rough drawings and sketches on loose papers are stuffed haphazardly within the pages, sticking out at all sorts of odd angles. On the cover, there is a design of a rearing horse framed by knot work etched into the leather. You open the book and note it is scrawled messily in Rohirric, the author likely did not care to worry about neatness, as he likely did not intend for prying eyes to stumble upon his book.