(written on a of parchment, with what appears to be a bit of coal. )
I awoke on a hard bedroll, my head pounding, my throat dry and parched. I have no clue how long I've been out, nor how I got here. Or even where here is.
Sitting up, I realized my hands and feet were bound. Try as I might, I can't free my hands, though after a struggle I was finally able to free my ankles from the ropes binding them. Satisfied with that, for the moment, I looked around my prison.
It is dark in here, the only light a couple of shafts of sunlight sneaking in through the boarded windows. From them, I can make several animal hides scattered about, a table and chair, and a fireplace that appears to have been unlit for some time, judging by the chill in the air. Slowly standing, I make my way to the table. There's a basket on it, I peer inside to see a loaf of bread. Turning my head, I look around as my eyes adjust to the dim lighting. In the corner is a barrel, so I make my way to it, tripping over a fur in the process. Looking inside, I can't make out anything so I reach into the barrel and realize it's full of water. Not looking around for a cup, I dip both my hands into the barrel, bringing them up to my lips as a I take a long drink. Several times I do this, until my thirst is finally quenched for the moment. Finally, I make my way back to the bedroll and sitting down, I try to remember the events leading up to me being here.
I had been walking in Bree, in search of Raak or Altheric, for I wished to speak to them. Especially Altheric, as our last meeting had gone badly and I wished to apologize to him. I had been distracted by my thoughts, and looked up to find myself in Beggar's Alley. Almost ready to turn and retrace my steps, I heard a man call to me from a small distance. I had not seen him there, and he startled me, but he appeared kind and offered to escort me. Being as I was uncomfortable in my surroundings, I accepted.
We walked a bit, talking. He mentioned his name, though now I cannot recall it. Had I been paying more attention ... but my mind was occupied. Soon, we reached the West gate of Bree, and the last I remember was wanting to thank him. Then a sharp pain, and everything went black.
Gizmo ... I look frantically around the room, calling his name. He's not here! Where is my cat? What has happened to him? Giving in to the fear, I curl up and cry myself to sleep.
