Jackilyn

[The script is the same as before. Again, each log is a new page, and again there is another torn introductory note that reads:]
 

We have been speaking plenty in person, now that you have recovered from your fever, so much of the stuff I would otherwise write in a report to you feels redundant at best. Still, I have found that there is much to say.

Entry the tenth and last.

I suppose that this page ought to be a summary or conclusion and tell something of what I have learned in my two months of study at the Soothery, but composing my thoughts has been difficult. In this short time so much has transpired, a great rush of experiences and knowledge coming towards me as I have never before experienced. Even I have been changed, I suspect, though I think ultimately for the better.

[The script is, overall, ostentatious. Overtly curly and perhaps hard to read, and it’s almost as if the author was already wishing to write his next sentence before the first had finished. With each log, a fresh page begins, but lying on top of them all is a torn slip of parchment that reads:]

Entry the sixth.

I am glad to have been of service with your leg, for I was able both to save you the discomfort of redoing your own stitches and also to hone my barbering experience as hoped. As I have mentioned before, I have spent many years at needle, but flesh was never something I had the opportunity to sew.

[The letters on this, the first page of a brand-new log, are written in a fine hand trained for elegance, uprightness, and symmetry.]

Here begin the observations of Bíld of Erebor, studying under the supervision of Elias Dimheim, apothecary of Gondor.