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Fiontann

'Take't from me, you hold your ale better than I.'

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'And on top of that, you like it more. I won't try and drink you under the table anytime soon.'

'Good. I don't want to embarrass you now, lad.'

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Moi

Concerning friends

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Diary

By the fire Deorgast sat, near his tent set in the Old Forest. He had just crossed the borders of The Shire to observe the river that flows under the Brandywine Bridge, under heavy rain that fell through all morning. 

Ferthu Hardoleth Hal

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Story

"When I felt all of the strength leave me, and I fell to my knees on hearing the news, I wanted to cry but instead everything inside of me screamed for just one more day, one more hour, one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more moment and one more chance..."

 

Hardo's passing

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Deorgast hears about his Captain, Hardoleth's passing with disbelief, from his dear friend Fiontann.

A Leathery Journal - (26th entry) Last Will and Testament(Final entry)

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Diary

Hello, my leathery friend. The one sat with me here at my deathbed. As expected, no family, friends doing theirs and me here, bedridden and infirm and only getting out to piss in a bowl next to my bed.. Quite a mess I will leave for others to clean, hah! Oh, I shall not lie, I do enjoy no one seeing me in this wretched state.. coughing phlegm and blood at every turn, but I should get on with this.. will.

Ending

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Story

Not even bothering to slide off Lucky's back as she pulled his reins to a halt, just letting the reins go and sitting there on his back, staring into nothingness.
Finding herself thinking back as to where it all started. Of course, as with so many others in Bree, it had all started at the Pony.

A Leathery Journal - (25th entry) A peace well paid for

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Diary

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

A Letter To My Brother: of friendship and peril

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Diary

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.

Branston's Journal - Fiontann & the Crib

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Story

It is high time I wrote something about the dearest friend I have, his name is Fiontann and I just hope that you get to spend many years getting to know him.  Most of my friends are sellswords son, and as such the risks to their mortality are great.  But if the Gods are just, they will keep Fiontann safe for he is one of the best men that I know, if not the best.

In Good Company

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Spending a few hours within the Inn of the Prancing Pony, we met with Taala and two of her friends. Deredan and Denaric. Fiontann decided we should return to the Dawnhall, where the ale flows freely. One was happy to do so, discovering his lute had not been tossed out. Under the twilight sky, stories where shared and music was played amongst good company.

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