The Bloody Dawn

I almost did not bring you, book. Nor any writing implements. I must take care not to wake the woman by my side. She keeps stirring, and I do not wish to have to explain your existence. It is an unusually quiet night in the Trollshaws but that in itself is ominous, I find I cannot rest, the memories of this place. The bank of the Hoarwell. They keep me awake.

The day had just turned into dusk, the evening came creeping up fast outside the forge Tim noticed as he stood there, working on a piece of armour, the heat from the forge had him sweating floods but he enjoyed the hard work in the forge, it kept him in shape and his physical condition up so he was not the one that complained when it came to hard work, while working he were thinking of Katnya, his wife and how she was, he smiled as he thought, remembering his promise to her.

Diary,

The next time Basaran saw the little thief he’d caught robbing his house, she was arguing with a vendor in Bree, feigning outrage at being accused of theft.  The vendor’s threats rang in her ears, the usual, about cutting her fingers off, mention of The Watch, jail and such.  It was whilst this scolding was taking place and the bread being prised from her hand that she saw the young Captain watching her from the steps of Three Farrows with some amusement.

It's been some time since I picked you up, journal. Don't be cross at me, I'm always busy with work. I cook from dawn to dusk for the company. I don't mind so much as I get breaks in between and my nights are free. I suppose I'm getting what I deserve, I through a fuss when Basaran hired a baker, taking offense that he did not like my bread but it was true, I needed help.

I had some visions today, many visions that brought me a headache, stronger that the others, I saw peculiar things, things that I cannot explain. Have I ever seen those places and people? I even heard things, familiar sounds of war and pain and blood... I am Morthwyl, the Champion of the pits of Angmar and I have heard sounds of war, but not in Angmar, not up there. The only reason I am writing this is so that I don't forget what I saw.

Dear Diary,

It's been a while I know, but so little has happened till recently. The trail went cold on that Nighthawk woman or whatever she called herself. I sunk into boredom after that. Tim helped me a lot, talking to him always cheers me up.