Dataak

As the winter had set about sweeping its final throes of icy winds across the barren landscape of the Lone-Lands, the withered hills seemed even more desolate than they did usually. Merchants traveling to and fro had allowed their journeys to become more irregular, and, as such, the bandits that would haunt them had returned to their encampments. Those that hadn't were subjected to the cold reality of the passing yuletide.

Entry Two: First Encounter

So it has truly begun. One arrived at the Dawnhall to be surrounded with unfamiliar faces. Though this was to be expected, as this is after all business of the Dawn and not of his own. Few one recognized from previous encounters though none he trusted. Fiontann seemed to share an intimate moment with another. One is pleased if his brother has found comfort and happiness in another since the split with Nellye.

Entry One: The Journey

It has been long, since one has written his thoughts... Yet this journey has set such in motion once more. With Illith saddled and prepared with supplies and equipment, one will venture forth to aide that who he would consider brother, Fiontann and the closest thing he could believe to call “Family” since arriving in Bree... The Bloody Dawn.

“No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.”

Nimeway had lived in Bree for a little while.  She had made only one friend at that point, being her dog, Baloo.  The only other person Nime really knew was Maydawn, her sister.  Nime typically spent her time sitting in the back corner of the Pony for it was the easiest place to snatch a little food and was warm.  To tell the truth, Nime never told Maydawn of her hardships.  She would always smile and pretend that everything was alright whenever she spoke to May.

I don't know what to write. I don't know why I even keep this damned book. It is only a reminder of bad decisions from the past.