4th Ringare, Calendar of Númenor
As noted in yesterdays entry, word has reached me of an alliance across the lands of men which calls itself 'The Protectors of the Dúnedain' and of a particular man named Borrandir. I sent word to this man via letter as way of requesting an audience with him on his true goals and motives for this call to arms of his.
This evening my camp was approached at Archet by one of my local associates, a farmer by the name of Cal, who had been handed a letter addressed from Borrandir. It would appear he shares my interests in an audience and potential offering of skills. He requests that I meet him within the village of Bree by tomorrows evening, I'm unaware of our meeting point though I suspect it to be the Inn of the Prancing Pony.
Bree.. I haven't been a guest there for many months now, though I fear the locals will not have missed me. I'm sure a few good men remain amongst the crowded streets, but they've yet to show their faces to me. Perhaps this alliance Borrandir claims exist are those who walk amongst them.. I've been wrong before.
