The Mad Boar

Just a couple of inches.

That is all it was, the gap between Narys and Taraborn, but for all it mattered it could have been the Belegaer. He lay there, awake deep in the night, looking at her sleeping form with blurry eyes as he tries to make sense of the storm of emotions within himself.

Having lived with the fear for many days, Ern decided that if he was going to die or disappear like those Halflings he heard about the other day, it would have happened the day he saw those eyes on the hills. He wanted to do something with his wife, after that incident he kept in the house and he himself went out only for work, but no more.

This page is written in clean-cut, simple script, in a plain leather-bound journal with the words "Sefton Heathridge" written in precise letters on the inside cover.