Gerfor

Well what have we here little one?  A journal of sorts?  Perhaps I should not have read this, but it was left lying in a drawer, under your clothing, I can not see why any objection would be raised?

The following is written in a calm manner

After a long time I decided to visit Bree, I spent a lot of time in the Dawnhall, looking at papers, contracts, money, recruits, archives and many more. I was doing that for a week at least and I was ready to throw all those papers in the fireplace, but, raising my head and seeing the casks I remembered the Prancing Pony... And I got there.

“No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.”

"Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver.  But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it"

Nimeway felt pride flow through her as she won the sparring match against Luc.  Although her nose was bleeding and she felt a bit of pain in her sides, she had won and that filled her with the pride of success.  Yet the pride did not last long for the steed of Ross came running up to the Dawn Hall with a note attached.  Nime read the note, recognizing the handwriting before she even started to read.