duncadda

Tall and broad of shoulder, Duncadda carried the weathered strength of a seasoned warrior, and now spends his days recovering at his farm in Bancross, his once-warm gaze turned watchful with the weight of long years.

A dried parchment is tightly rolled up and held together with a small string of hemp.

Many months have gone since Duncadda and his friends left the mark, trying to secure trade and alliances with the dwarves of Erebor. Upon their return to their homeland, near Harwick, they are assaulted with dark tales about disturbances near the Dunland border. Disturbances about travelers being attacked and farms destroyed. When Duncadda hears about this, he bids his friends a hasty goodby and takes his leave.

After spending weeks setting up trade deals with the dwarves of Erebor, the old restlessness has started to haunt Duncadda again. The urge to return to the mark, has turned his mood darker. To avoid confrontation with their host, he has withdrawn to Dale and spends most of his time in solitary, awaiting words from his shield brother Waelden, regarding their return to Bancross.

The merry fellowship of dwarves and men finally met this journey's end in the deep halls of Erebor, and after a wondrous tour over many a stair and stone, a feast awaited for the long-legged guests in the Hall Under the Mountain.

Much drink and cheer were shared as new and old friendships blossomed and prospered, and the clash of so distant cultures led to many a heartfelt laugh and woken interest between the different folks.