Felanarth

Some weeks ago I learned that a Dwarf hired us to retrieve a Rune-stone from the Barrow Downs and I was selected to participate in the search for it. I was waiting for the day to come, eager to fight and of course help the Company with the contract. Days were passing waiting for it and then I suddenly learned that Hyrien was no longer in charge of it, she had to leave for another contract, and the Captain appointed me as the leader of the band which was to go.

I arrived at Ost Guruth by nightfall, which means it took me about to days to cross the Lone-Lands. After my incident near the Weather Hills, I decided to travel without stopping towards this place. So far, this doesn't look like such a bad place at all. I mean, the folk is as sad as the one at that inn where I stayed, but at least there are more of them, and it is always nice to see someone. I think I'll rest here for a bit and ask for directions, before heading towards the Last Bridge. 

((This is written by Felanarth, while camping in a safe place by night in the Lone-Lands))

I hate this place, it gives me the shivers. I left Bree by dusk and entered these lands by nightfall, the worse time possible to be wandering around. The silence is scary, not a single howl of a wolf nor the whistle of the wind. It is simply too calm. 

"I'm tired of traveling. All these years of wandering around used to made me happy, but at last I am weary from my travels. Or at least that's what I am thinking at the moment... Not a life for anyone to live, all this "goin' there, you can't stay here" kind of living.