Naught but a few days have come to pass since my first meeting with fellow Riders and already my heart bids me to both stay, and turn away. Some, indeed most of them seem to seek a passage back to Rohan, but to what end will this bring them? There is a time for wrath, and there is a place for laying ruin upon an enemy… But that time I feel has not yet come, and the place, although I know it well, is still I fear overrun with men who would not stop and think before drawing blade or knocking arrow.
It would seem though that my life thus far has been of some benefit. The years spent travelling with one whose name I cannot bring myself to write… How my heart misses you so my old friend… One day we shall ride the Eastemnet plains together, and all before us shall fail into the shadows of our light as we ride into the west. Ah. My ink wanders now and I feel the warmth of wine has again strayed my thought.
So. I am to scout the Gap of Rohan for them. I know already what I will see, what I will find there. Haeleth has not ridden with haste for some weeks now, she will be welcome of the chance to open her stride, and I more welcome of her stride being as silent as the wind upon grass. Sleep I must find for now though. Tomorrow I will set forth. It will be a good day. The wind brings news of fair weather. Tomorrow I will ride out. One step closer.
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