Faustino’s Journal, eightteent night since the tenth moon of this year. Sitting here in my house, boring myself almost to death. few nights back i got a small injury to my chest and ribs, and a light concusion... or what ever its called. seems every step i take costs me all of my breath.
This bloody Gondorian and his massive shield....
Luckily i will get a visit soon, from a special person... one that takes good care of me.
I feel with her by my side i can take on everything, and that i will recover swiftly.
The journey i had planned to Dunland should wait, my old friends have to be a bit more patient but i'm sure they will be. and if not, they will be in for a treat.
