Fiontann's journal

Two days left before leaving, Rogue, Aeonid, Cisel and

Fiontann sat at the ledge outside the Scholar's Stair and started sharpening his greatsword. The meeting had just ended and everyone was getting ready. He had ordered some provisions, water, whiskey and pipeweed from Barliman and just had to wait for the days to pass. "Three more days in this accursed town and we leave." he thought to himself. "Battles and hardships await, but everything will go well."

They will leave soon, I sent them on tasks. Time flies and we must make haste, all are in danger, all are out there but me... I hate it but I have to stay here, I have an important meeting to attend. While I am in Bree I will mainly remain in the Scholar's Stair and study the ancient lore. We have to find out what the Sceptre of the North that those papers speak of.

I was right, The Grey Warden understood the meaning of my... poem and came to meet me. I took my precautions and I wasn't followed, tracking would be difficult too, not to say impossible. He has done nothing, yet some ignorants hunt him. He said he's ready to act against the Blackwolds and start thinning heir numbers for the final assault. He also told me why he killed that brigand and that left me with disappointment, I was expecting more from certain people.

You think that your life is finally good and you have everything that a man can ask the past knocks on your door. You find out that you have been deceived and now you have the duty to make things right as a man.

It was a some hours before the dawn in Ered Luin, nothing was heard in the neighborhood and the air was chilly. Fion had awoken for some moments now and walked outside, he turned left as he exited his house and stood on the ledge near the waterfall. In his hands he held a box, full of the rings he ordered some months ago, the rings with the banner of The Fateless Wanderers carved on them.

The sun will come out soon and we will start the trip to Eregion as fast as possible. it's been four or fives days after saving Sigfread from the Barrows. We haven't recovered fully yet but Falraenn's herbs are doing their work and the days on the road will be to our benefit.

The hill of Buckland offers a beautiful view of the Brandywine River and the surroundings, it's almost relaxing looking at the Hobbits do their labours while I smoke with my flask, lying on the comfortable grass on the hill. But then... The shriek of a crebain takes it all away and makes me turn to look at he Barrow Downs... Where that Necromancer lives...

I said to everyone that I bought the house in Thorin's Gate and everyone just nodded a a response, no one ever cared more, no one asked how did a man manage to buy a house in the Dwarven lands. I say it's the closest thing to Moria, so I bought it, though to get a house there isn't quite easy. The fact is that I was lucky...