Fiontann's journal

They did well, they did as I told them. I sent them to that old hermit woman's house in Combe to watch her and see if she has dealings with a guard. Indeed she has. He visited her late after sundown and they spoke for a long time, it seems that she was showing something on a book to him but Aeirillen couldn't see what it was, nor the name of the book.

The raid went good, we attacked  the bandit's camp and managed to make them disperse, unluckily the leader escaped, Athlenah's father as it seems. He was shouting at his men all the time but when his time came he disappeared, what a leader... I wonder why our prisoner was that loyal to him... I am sure we'll meet him again and I will make sure that I will learn why!

Another day at the Prancing Pony, this time FIontann sits with his usual jar, which is thrice the size of a regular tankard and a bottle of whisky which he pours into the jar every now and then, mixing it with the ale. As he sits he writes something in his journal, his thoughts...

It has been some time now that after remaining in Bree for two months I left again, this time for an unknown reason, U just felt restless, I couldn't remain there and do nothing. I packed what is necessary for a trip and left, I passed through the Shire and Southernmost Evendim, Eastern Ered Luin and now I am on my way to the North Downs. Why I do know not, but I feel that I have to keep moving. I feel free...

Rivendell... We've never been here for so long, [Rothrian]] and I, away from everything. We decided to remain in peace for a little while, seeing that things changed since the last time we were around. The Black Steel is on hold for the moment, as we are enjoying our quiet time together here in the Elven land. We are planning to travel further in the South if things are well.

From Bree to Combe, from Combe to Trestlebridge and from Trestlebridge to Bree again, but, this time we got lucky, I don't know how or why, but we did. We met that man called Carter and he told me that his attacker is somewhere in the fields in Bree-land, hiding among the brigands, he misses his left arm, and two fingers in his right hand, a man like that will be easy to be found.

The past weeks have passed with me reading everything I could find in the Study of the Fateless Wanderers, the Order the old me made to fight evil and help the Free. I learned things about myself and once I remember everything those things will help me. Reading my thoughts as another person helps me see things from another perspective and now I see what I've done wrong.

Here I am again, recovering from injuries, in Bree, fortunately I have recovered from most of them and now I'm waiting for Nellye, to tell me if and what she has found. Yes, Nellye, my former lover... I got attacked by Pren and I am working with her, how it all happened I still cannot comprehend, maybe because it happened so fast?