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Almost two weeks now it has been since my return to Bree. And besides a few things, nothing much has changed. I will soon begin my watchman duties once more, as my leg has seen improvement. Though it is still a pain, and I’ve had to force myself to stay in bed most of the time. I hate not being able to do anything…
Slowly, as if climbing a long dark staircase, Agromnir pulled himself out of a deep sleep. Leaning up a bit, he opened his sleep-sticky eyes, glanced about the softly lit room, and rubbed his eyes before looking again. His room was fairly small and the bed underneath him was of average size. There was a dark window on the wall to his left, showing that it was sometime in the night.
Gliding through the grass, the four of them continue their journey back to Bree. Though they do not know whats waiting for them in the trees on the way there.
Sitting there with his still troubled mind, the young watchman tried listening to the words of Calagand and Duindos in the other room of the small and humble house, but he couldn'