Hardoleth

Oh I have great news, lad. Something great beyond measure. The contract has been concluded.

I see your half sister Taala found your journal and has written in it, I shall have to hide it more carefully in future.  Pay no mind to the slanderous words she said about Blince and

Leathery bastard as you are, I need you for writing in every once so often. I cannot hope to maintain my sanity if I do not. Today I started thinking about my childhood. Oh how sweet those days were.

*splayed open upon the desk before her lay the blue, leather bound book, its bindings still new and protesting at being held open, the only sound in the room being that of the scratching of quill to parchment and her dog whimpering in its dream filled sleep.

Taala had not experienced anything as peculiar since the day the Orc climbed over the wall at Eaworth and Cook had panicked and thrown a pot of stew over it.

Taala had reflected, analyzed and held herself culpable for the predicament that she was in, but it was time to focus and escape.

It was probably the blow to the head that granted Taala some sleep that first night in captivity, though her dreams were tormented.

Hookworth, Bree-Land, 24th June

Dear Ravondir

This is of course no letter, and you will not read it. But I find that if I set pen to paper as though to write a diary then no words come; if I think that I am speaking to you, then all pours forth upon the page. I wish that I could unburden myself to you, as I always used in the past; but I know that you would despise me for the things I have done. This letter will not be sent, but will sit in my chest beside the others that I have written to you.

*A blue, leather bound book sits upon the table before her.  A silver inkwell and quill to her right, a goblet of red wine to her left.  Tapping the quill to her lips in thought, she then dips the sharpened end in ink before writing...*

Another day, another storm.

How oft I think of committing words to this book, and how frequently I lack the enthusiasm, but the wine and events of late have made me more reflective.  Though before I continue, my bard, if you are reading this you shall cease now and return the book to where you found it!

You had a rather special visitor today, your father!