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To Mansig's camp

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

In Mansig’s camp, when the night was well fallen, and the air was silent around the camp, Lusseriel was sitting by the fire. She had finished helping making new salves, and now she was left alone with her thought.

The rabbit was sleeping curled up in a side bag she had bartered with one of the men just to allow the animal to sleep out of the way without being a nuisance to track down.

Tales around the campfire

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

When the companions were not forced to rest in hostile territory, they spent evenings around their campfire. Sometimes they were so exhausted from fighting or traveling that they fell asleep on the ground where they’d dropped, too tired to even put up their tents.

To Parth Galen

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Sitting at the campfire in Parth Galen, Lusseriel was looking unblinkingly at the rabbit sitting near her, that just looked at her right back, seemingly entirely unbothered.

It’s only a sound nearby that drew her attention away and broke the moment, and she huffed and started writting in her journal.

To Stangard and back

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Back at Haldirith, Lusseriel was enjoying the warmth of a fire, as her companions all went to rest. She picked up her notebook and doodled a bit on the page, thinking. And if her drawings all looked more or less like various poisonous plants, it was entirely incidental and it’s not like anyone else would notice.

Today

A vision in Galadriel's mirror

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Lusseriel was sitting on the edge of the talan, enjoying the feel of being in an elven city. Caras Galadhon was perhaps not her favorite place to be, but its security was good and anything beat sleeping near or in a marsh, more so when a nazgul was around.

A light of mischief was in her eyes and she pulled her notebook out of her pack:

Facing the wraith

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Lusseriel was just at the door of a talan, sitting cross-legged, and enjoying the feeling of being in Caras Galadhon. At least while they were there, they weren’t enjoying the hospitality of a marsh…

She was humming along a song she could hear being sung somewhere around, as she started writing in her notebook.

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