Bandits from the North

Being about a month since the last entry, in which time Carlsson has been off working in Ered Luin, and I have been doing a bit for recruitment in Bree. The Bandits from the North will be a formidable force in no time! Also, this is the first entry in which I write with new, iron hands.

I was walking towards the East Gate of Bree, for I had business there at the Market Place. The night was calm and wheather fair, though it was late. I had passed the town hall and kept following the street down towards the Auction House.
 I passed a town guard with a hound in tow, a few people went home and another few stopped by the Town Hall. I and an ood looking fellow, which I deemed to be be from the north continued onwards. 

Being slightly more than a week since the last entry, in which I reconnected ties with Carlsson. In the time since, I have reconnected with some others in the organization.

Being a month or two since the last entry in this journal, since which I have done little with my 'colleagues' the Bandits from the North, until quite recently.

     My Lord, My Sire,

Being well within two or so months in which I, Barnabos Stonecrop, had joined the Bandits from the North, though I admit I am unsure of all that has happened since my joining. Here I will only document that which is currently known to me in an effort to provide an accurate account of the band of bandit's endeavors as viewed by a bandit himself. Handwriting will lack substantially, due to a lack of hands (though I find strapping pens to my stubs works quite well, surprisingly).