Ynna

Eddies began to swirl in the pit of her stomach as Feorhwen sped through the market gate towards the one place she had vowed never to return. More than two years ago, when she had first found herself adrift in this land, the sight of the inn with the rearing horse painted on its signboard was like sunlight after a storm.  Now it only filled her with a sickening sense of dread.

It has been two days since we've left Bree, we still are held up at our first camp, awaiting Dyre. Not long after we arrived at this place along Chetwood, we had a run in with a pack of wolves, damn beast must have seen the fire and decided to snoop around, I made sure Feor and Ynna were safe with the cost of adding more scars on my face, hell...

This is the starting of my journey to the land of the horse lords, Rohan. The day started normal, we met near the gate of Bree ready to head out, the feeling I had was a bitter sweet one.

A home over the deep dales of RohaN

Wes ðu Hál!