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sometime in the fourth age, southern lands of Middle Earth

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"Pen-channas. You cannot keep it"* Ristor swept back a strand of dark hair with great annoyance, though the hair was not the source of said annoyance, but the elleth crouched on the ground in front of him, with a drakeling perched on her shoulder. Yes. A drakeling.

          I awoke to the soft sound of rain pattering on my cloth tent. As I arose, the early morning sun was just creeping over the horizon, and I felt reassured about my current task. It has been 5 months since my last entry in my journal, concerning Forochel, and now again I set off to ensure the stability of the land.

((An old, ripped and quite large diary of the Mason family ‘founder’, most of the letters are clearly visible. Only Traggan should have access to it.))

August 27, 2774

((An old, ripped and quite large diary of the Mason family ‘founder’, most of the letters are clearly visible. Only Traggan should have access to it.))

May 27, 2774

((An old, ripped and quite large diary of the Mason family ‘founder’, most of the letters are clearly visible. Only Traggan should have access to it.))

March 10, 2772

The Mason Household

((This is a two-sided list from a large well-kept book stored in the Bree storage and officially only the mayor of Bree has access to it))