diary

Days 10-12

Days 6-9

It was worse than we could have imagined. Some force of Undead descended on Ost Guruth while the Orcs blocked the road - scattering its people, the Eglain, across the plains. Refugees were already turning up outside the Forsaken Inn with early reports of the catastrophe.

Days 4-5

Right. I have to get this down. It is important that we have a record. Once I get this done, then I can rest.

Day 1

Much of the text of this diary entry is interspersed and scattered with lists, notes, questions and rough diagrams, especially through the opening paragraphs.  Questions of provision, of packing and supply, lists of names which generally seem to belong to Breeish folk, or those of the wandering Eglain.  Geographic points, and estimates of miles between them.  Sketched and crude drawings of specific places on the eastern road that may present difficulty and danger, with arrows and labels showing points of attack.  It is no consistent work, rat

The fields are cold at night. Mama never warned me of that.
I suppose it is my own doing, this stinking cold I can feel forming in my chest.

Ahead of me is Bree. Before I could see it, I'd heard it. Bustling music, sounds of horses and carriages. I had heard a concert only last night before I set up camp inside this Willow tree.

Mum always said that without risk you can't achieve anything. I have been thinking for a long time that my best option was to stay in Bree and try to make a living there, but at least once I want to try the plan to sell my products in other lands. 

More than a month ago news came that there will be a market in Thorin's Hall. I know that dwarves often gather to trade their goods, but until now I have not dared to think of travelling there. And so I started to pack my rucksack.