I couldn't believe my eyes, I've been searching for months for this dusty leather bound pack of bonded paper. All my adventures, thoughts. Everything that I've managed to put onto paper had disappeared while I was visiting Bree, I'd thought it'd been lost to a pickpocket or It had fell from my riding satchel. No, no. It was there, in the room I'd stayed last.
It's been quite awhile hasn't it. Almost a year I'm sure of it. Yet times seem to have moved so much faster when I wasn't writing all of my dramatic entries. It's rather funny how that works is it not? Well needless to say, I won't be in Bree for long. I've got to get back to the company. Wherever they may be now.
Yet while I am here, in this town of mediocre ale and fine people I'm sure to enjoy it.
I've got some old friends to see, if they're still around. Perhaps even older friends as well.
I'm rather excited, perhaps I can fill the rest of this book with joyful entries instead of melancholy, heart wrenching tales of my own inner struggles.
Either way, it'll be terrible fun to make my wrist hurt once again.
