[[Durin's Folk]]

Once established in Bree, our warriors seek work as mercenary warriors, fighting thieves, suffocating the dead who rise in the barrows. But Dragnar knows that he needs to have allies within Durin's people.

                               Dusk deepened. Mist lay behind them among the trees below and brooded on the pale margins of the Anduin. The bloodred sunset was slowly seeping out of the world, giving way to the encroaching night.
“Lost?!” Altli bellowed incredulously. “What in Durin’s Name are you trying to say?”

Like last year for the Forge Day we gathered at the forges! Many had come; dwarrows, men, hobbits and elves. Mostly dwarrows though. Many had tools, equipment and ingredients for their attempts in crafting, while others brought their merrymaking capabilities and good will to the warmth amongst the forges!

I was glad to see many come to the after so many moons since the last. Apart from the dwarrows of Durin's Folk, we had The Order of the Divine Brew and The Blue Mountains Regiment, and a few non-affilliated ones too.

By all measure of expectances I was eager to get to business and hopefully see things be accomplished as we oncce did afore.

((A letter, crumpled and a bit soiled with ash, left in one of the stacks of military reports in the Mazarbul of Durin's Folk))