Unlike most of my kind, who comes trashing out of their dark dreams suppressing their gasps, like its their last breath, I wake up silently, like a crystal white cloud far away in the sky....
Im me again, in control of myself and my surroundings and not a hostage of a wandering mind, clouded with dark thoughts of haunted memories. Somehow I always wake up with the smell of simbelmyne surrounding me, knowing well there are none… how can that be? Then something stirs in the back of my mind… the flower have another name as well… what was it again? Alfirin… which meant... not dying… can there a hidden connection here, obscured from my mind? And why do I possess such knowledge?
Bah! Rise up and get to work… waste no time pondering on questions you cannot cure. You got tasks to do, timber to fell, traps to be checked, hams to be smoked and a wagon that need a new wheel, before you head towards Edoras, trading your wares and getting news from the mark.
