As I rode through the bleak lands known as Lone-lands, I wondered, how could a land as this one be so desolate and without green, was it naturally like this, or did some foul sorcery or foolish men come and hack down the trees and burned the grass? I would like to believe that it was naturally like this. The people there were named the Eglain, a most rugged and honorless people. They steal from the forgotten dead, taking any relic or artifact that they can get their hands upon. I heard rumors that the dead walk in a swamp-ruin called Harloeg, defending their treasure they gained while they were alive. Trolls dwell in the forest near the swamp, but not ones that turn to stone under the sun. Armored, sun-resistant, Trolls, off a rather vicious kind, but these are just rumors. I came upon a ruin, Ost Guruth, which is the supposed capital of the Eglain. I granted Felabald water and feed, as not great as he once fed upon. It was there that I heard these rumors. Seldom do I listen to the words of gossip and rumors spread by drunk men. From a ancient tower did I look over this brown land, hearing the boars groan and wolves howl.
Falabald finished eating and resting, neighing to signal that he was ready to continue. We departed from Ost Guruth and continued on the road, as rough and rocky as it was, until we came to a inn so foul. Hesitantly I left Felabald to the stable-master, however, I doubt he could even attempt to handle him, as Felabald is very brave and loyal to me, none without his permission could ride him. Seldom did I ever step back for anyone, or anything, but the smell of expired food and drink, foul outlaws, and all the things you would find in a den of thieves. Ugly looking men gave me ill looks, looks of someone that would rob you or even murder you. My brother could've fit in here, if he wasn't in Rohan. Ale smelled bad and even looked bad, so I didn't attempt to even buy a flagon of ale. I payed to stable-master and continued upon the road. We came near a marsh, Midgewater, is what its called I believe. The stench of it, combined with the odd noises and sounds like cruel hammers, was simply horrid. We didn't stay there for long. Within some hours, we came upon Bree.
