The Black Steel

Fiontann, my friend,

I am in need of your help. I am not one to tangle my words, so I will come straight to the point.

Dear Eckardt,

I have received the letter of Duramarth IV not long ago. I am honoured to be considered as someone to be trusted and before the letter I didn't have any knowledge of Duramarth's actions. Now I am sending this letter in reply to the one that I got, happy to have found a possible ally and proud to able to participate in something for the greater cause.

It was a cold summer day after the previous evening's rain, Fiontann had just finished swimming in the lake as every morning after practisiing with the sword. Slowly he made ready and then walked to The Thirsty Boar. As always he had his greatsword on his back and he put on the garment that he had during the first leg of the trip to Rohan, something comfortable for the inn but also protective if need be.

It's a stormy night in Hamglen, one of the many as it has been raining constantly in the Bree-lands a lot for the past three days or so. It was once quite warm and clear, suddenly dark, grey clouds appeared and the pouring rain started. Some crops were destroyed, others weren't. But the nights are surely brighter with the almost constant lightnings and louder due to the thunders. In the Thirsty Boar, apart from the usual patrons that are mostly from the company of the Black Steel there are also four Dwarves.

                    Day 1

            Sometime in Galtrev

                    Somewhere in the Shire