Arrival At Middlemead

It was dry, warm day, however a cool breeze flew throughout the air. We gathered our supplies, packed them, and set off from the homestead. We stayed upon the road, for we dared to think what would happen if we strayed from the path. Get lost, attacked by brigands or animals, or some worse fate. The road was quite smooth, laden with footsteps of travelers. Few animal tracks came across it, and if some did, it was a rabbit or squirrel. We did have our spears and shields, so if an animal did indeed come across us and attacked us, it would serve as a fitting meal to a traveling family. Entwade was our first stop, and I knew that it wasn't far away from our homestead. If I recall correctly, father said it was a hour and a half from our house, but he didn't stop. I do believe we are going to stop at Middlemead and rest for some time in a tavern, as we want to cover as much ground as we can. Father is not a patient man when it comes to traveling, unlike mother, for one, she doesn't even like to travel. Knowing this, I asked him if we are to camp between towns, and to my disappointment, he said yes. I don't like the idea of camping between towns. As for one, I would prefer to spend the extra minutes walking towards a camp to sleep in a nice, soft, bed with a fluffy pillow than rough, cold and hard dirt.

I suppose we will be sleeping on bedrolls, with a cozy campfire, still. I don't like the idea. Luckily, speaking of towns, we had arrived at Entwade. None of us were tired, though we were getting a tad bit bored. We went to the tavern, named the Blind Butcher, after a famous butcher, or so the inn-keeper says, visited the inn and approved of the food selection. Interesting. While father and Sigehelm spoke quietly in a shadowed corner of the inn, I was speaking to the inn-keeper, trying to get gossip and rumors the history of the inn. He didn't speak much, but when he did, he spoke with a cold tone, always speaking bluntly, saying that he didn't have time and had to attend to his patrons. "No, no. Go away lad! N-..no, not you! The young one. I have to attend my patrons, now go! Or I shall force you to," He said with frustration in his eyes. I quickly left and went to sit with father and Sigehelm, they were speaking about supplies and if we needed the chance to hunt for meat and fur for the trip ahead. "Hmm, perhaps not father, if Sigebyrht will not eat like a pig that is. If we do need the meat and fur, then I, shall go hunt for it, and leave you two to set up camp. That is, if we need to." Sigehelm said, emphasizing the I, and speaking in a confident, cocky manner. Father looked disappointed with Sigehelm, while I quietly chuckled underneath my breath. "You may be older, stronger, and perhaps by the slightest smarter than your brother, but you certainly aren't the maturest out of the two. I will go hunt if we need to, and let you two bicker and argue while I actually do something productive, and with this discussion finished, let us get back upon the road and head to Middlemead."  So we did, following the very same road that led through Rohan, or at least most of it, to Middlemead. No noises from animals nor men besides us were heard while we journeyed upon the road. However, after slowly but surely arriving at Middlemead, bustling sounds from busy folk came all about us. We had arrived at Middlemead.