Brynleigh

Hell, I was so busy with stuff that I didn't get the chance to catch up on my journal. Things had been...more or less hell to say the least. I suppose I'll write a few things about them though keeping some things to myself in fear of this journal, as unlikely as it could be of someone were to find it, would actually be looked at.

I meant to write this recently but I have forgotten to. Anyways, despite of a certain person, a few days ago, I had met up with Bryn and Conrob again while I was speaking to Steven! How long had I seen them last? Well... Formally without having  something happening like what happened to Aallan the other day at the Boar Fountain. It definitely had been way too long. It was definitely a relief to see their faces again.

Where, oh, where would I begin with this journal? Hell, it's been such a long time since I have written in it at all! Things both bad and good had been happening and it had been all in some sort of blur more or less.

It had been weeks and one dead half orc since Aallan last saw Dufr in the Lone Lands.

Brynleigh and Conrob: I'll just write these two together as you almost never see them apart. The newly wed couple are as happy as ever it would seem, not much else to say about this couple. Currently on a trip with Baldmar.

Sareva: An enterprising and kind hearted tailor with a keen interest in seeing all of her potential customers safe. She is more aware of the troubles of the world then any other local I have talked to and seemed to empathize with my plight and as such I enjoy talking to her. Perhaps a little too clever for her own good.

It only gets worse. Enemies always pouring out of Angmar and across the north, spreading like a plague. New encampments of orcs are springing up all over Eriador, I have tried to mark as many as I can on a map so I can advise other travellers on where is safe and where is not. More on that at some point.

((OOC: Once again, I'll be using a tad bit of lyrics of how Dryn feels about Richard and the events))

No matter how much I try to think that everything's okay, something ends up happening that makes me to where it makes me sick in many ways.

I saw Tothrandir in the market a few days ago. I think he must have seen me and crept up behind me, for I suddenly heard his voice, turned around, and was face to face with him. It's strange, the sight of him sends me immediately back to my early days in Bree, when I was just a lonely, unsure girl who was unbearably smitten with this tall, dark stranger with the gentlest grey eyes I'd ever seen. In a way, I dislike the effect he has on me.