Today I scoured the lowest ring of the city. It seems that this is the section most effected by the lake, as the water in some places came up past my knees. Many building are entombed beneath the water, and the docks district is entirely inaccessible, except by boat, or by swimming across.
Many enemies occupy this section of the city, and it frustrates me to see how deeply the claws of Angmar have dug in. Several lookouts dwell in the towers and building scattered around, and remain vigilant throughout the day. Guards are stationed at most all of the gates. I do not recall the last time I had such difficulty avoiding the enemy’s detection, and this worries me.
At about mid-day I came across the bodies of my fallen kinsmen. They lay unburied at the feet of several Angmarim soldiers, who I presume were looting for anything of value. This sight pained me more than anything I have yet seen in the city, I know not why, but this blatant disrespect and desecration of my people has awoken some burning passion from within me, I feel I will not be able to stand it for much longer. 
Also the sight of my fallen brothers made me think of myself, and my role in this conflict. What is different between them and I? Can I really make a difference when fighting such a dishonorable and simply ruthless foe?
