Dufr

I know this isn't in my best interest to write any of these thoughts out, and I'm very certain it will backfire horrendously, though.. for my own sake and possibly those around me, I guess I will.  

  In the following nights after Aallan proposed his plan to rob a giant in the Brandy Hills to Dufr, he drew up a map of the far western areas of Bree-Land using a quill pen, a sheet of parchment, and an inkwell.  All three of which he certainly did not steal from a drunkard or a crook of a book-keeper...  On and off, he would illustrate the areas and where the giant could possibly be, as well as mention his 'little' venture with the fair Brynleigh.  Upon hearing of this trip to the giant's hut, she had worried in her heart if Aallan had gone mad.

Yesterday was a blessedly quiet day, at least for the most part. I don't plan on a lengthy recording here today, but we shall see. My thoughts of late seem to be endless and I have trouble reigning them in once I put the quill to the parchment. 

   It appeared to be another night at the Prancing Pony, when a man clothed in red, and a dwarf in blue entered the common room.  The two had just returned from a journey rather unimportant.  The man in red was known as Aallan Scarlet, who was rather an odd character, for he was honest for being a thief.  The dwarf who was with him, was Dufr Stonebeard, as he was known to his kin for having a beard so strong, it stopped a blade from claiming his life.  

I've sat here and stared at this blank page for nigh an hour now. I had to recork my inkwell for fear it would run dry while I lingered, tortured and indecisive, the pale ivory expanse of parchment mocking me... encouraging me?...ah, who knows.

Now, if only my hands would stop shaking, I might be able to record something.

Conrob.

I've sat another twenty minutes at least. I can't write about him. Not yet. Coward that I am.