I've now been in Bree-land for some time now, a lot has happened despite I've more or less been rooted in this place.
My travels here were supposed to be purely searching for my father's whereabouts, granted with the help from the company of The Black Steel, I've learned for reasons unknown as of yet. That my father has ventured towards Forochel. My research of the place shows me it is not a journey one simply undertakes, and even less alone.
Even though my goal is to find my father, I find myself being fond of the people here. So I cannot just idle standby if it is within my powers to help them.
Granted I'm no great fighter, but I know my way around with a bow and an arrow. Which clearly has not gone unnoticed. The old brute-ish character, or Sig as I've come to learn he goes by, has taken me in as a fellow hunter for the area. Not just game! Even got me a permit to do bounties. Guess my father's effort to keep me away from those things was in vain. I will admit it has me a little concerned... I've never hunted another human being before. I do not consider the task something to take lightly.
Even though I try and study as much as I can regarding Forochel, most of my time is currently spend on training. If I am to truly commit to doing bounties, I can't simply rely on my skills as an archer. I'll need to know how to defend myself up close and how to take down my opponent. Preferable without having to go to such length as to take their life.
I miss home like crazy, but I know my place is here for the time being. So much so, I've moved out of the Barracks of The Black Steel, and into a small cottage, I managed to collect enough coin for. Mother would have a heart attack if she knew. She would assume I plan to stay here forevermore never to see me again. She worries too much, bless her.
It's not like I plan on never returning back home... Home... Somehow this place, these people are starting to feel like home too, in its own way.
