It all went by so quickly. I've stumbled upon my old journal. The last I wrote in this was of Borimi and his return to Veinbolt's Company. It was meant to be restored to former glory. It never happened, he could not hold the company together. I threw my insignia into the deepest of wells and threw myself into the wild. I've not returned home in over a year now.
I look at my reflection upon this lake and wonder where that young dwarf went. I have few words to say. The war wages on and few dwarven companies can rally together now. I have watched it all burn down from afar. Not just dwarven strongholds, but villages and towns of men as well. Some await my return, but I have no place there now. Let it be known, that before I succumb to the darkness, the songs of my kinsmen will ring out one last time and the enemy will know fear they shall never forget.
