Brynleigh

What a day it had been. There had been times when she had a couple people in her shop at the same time, rarely though it happened, but that day she had had not two. or even three, but five. Five people in her shop.

Home again! And with it, all the mixed feelings one would expect. A bit of melancholy that our trip is over, and the lazy, idyllic days of self indulgence are in the past. It is time for me to head back to the barrack stables, and back to Neyaa's farm, while my beloved heads out each day with pickaxe in hand. 

Amanda rode along the cobble stone road, she saw a flame in the distance and urged the horse closer, dismounting the horse as she got to it, she sat near the fire without a word..

"You there! What are you doing here?" a voice came sounding from the dark

Aeruthuil sat down in front of the fire, the ground soggy. As he glances over towards one of the men tending to another he sighs before muttering to himself, ''At least Brandant returned, fairly in one piece. Physically at least..'' Something which was surprising to him, after all not many had returned from the Moors.

(Written on a tear-stained page of her journal)

Gentlest eyes of ashen grey

Love was in the smile of your lips

Ever selfless, always giving

Even your life, for others

Rest now, in glory

Hailed by your fathers

This world was not worthy