''Lone-Lands''

December of TA 3018. It had been a long journey west for Halfaeron, Ranger of the North. He sought to see his father again for the first time in many months. Ortheldir was known to patrol the Weather Hills, north and south of the ruined watchtower of Amon Sûl, down into old Cardolan and occasionally Minhiriath.

I now have spent enough time in Bree-land’s reaches to know that I am truly, properly settled for this moment - how strange it be, then, that my errands should be taking me further and further afield!  It was my assumption when I first came here that Bree, assailed as it is by foes both secret and known, would demand my undivided aid, that my blade would be needed even within the city walls near-constantly.