Milawyn

It has taken me some time to remember the events of that evening. We had travelled a great distance, Sparrow was on the verge of collapsing and I could not blame her in the slightest, she had been through much in Enedwaith. We made camp beside a pool nestled between two hills. I denied Sparrow lighting a fire yet she slept soundly enough, I remember listening to her breath as she slept with the child wrapped within her arms. The night was quiet; the only other source of sound came from the pool which made my eyes grow heavy.

North and east with the elf beside me. Fate and fortune rise about me like the dust on the road. Here I ride, back into the north, the occasional wind chill as it blows from the further northlands, off the snows. Across the lands once enlivened by long forgotton Fornost. Even as I ride here, my linnet will be preparing her flock for its journey to scrabble about the ruins, inspire her to sing a new tale of Arvedui.

Arrived at the Old Bridge today. Well the Greenway is certainly not a nice place to be taking a stroll after all... Filled with highwaymen, desperate people preying on the travellers. Heh, not that there are many travellers these days... I've been riding for six days straight, and I've only encountered about a dozen of them... Poor scared people, on the flight to the north. As if there are no problems or threats up there...

And so, just like that, with no warning, no preparation, I left. Much has happened over the past few months... Too much perhaps. Still, I regret none of it. I never thought that it would be this hard for me to leave Bree... Even for such a small period. It's hard leaving behind people you love... I'd better put things in order, I'm beginning to lose myself in scattered thoughts and emotions.