As the last spots of snow are melting from Gondamon the conclussion can be drawn: Summer is here.
As much as I longed to the sounds of birds churping and singing again, this winter was an harsh one. Gondamon once again was of the interest of many a man. And whilst new construction efforts have begon I have been send towards the misty mountains to meet one of my kin there.
It feels like an age when I have last seen the dawning of the sun over the mighty peaks of the ancient mountain chain. I look forward in traveling again. two years now I have dwelled in Gondamon and done my part to keep her as stable as she is.
But now that my boots have been cleared and my beard has been brushed I will once again walk the land under my feet until land will become hill, and hill become mountain.
I have gathered my supplies and will set course east tomorrow.
I intent to make a short stop in Bree to deliver some letters and be on my way. The sun smiling upon me as I make my way.
