Abrianna

I have not written upon these pages in what seems an age. Writing is an escape route. A way in which thoughts and events can be contemplated, solely by the reader. In my current state, I find this my most viable escape route.

Daigan Hanteer. A gondorian git who does not have my trust, nor my respect. He is a foul, insolent twerp and needs to learn how to throw a punch. As well as fighting fairly. Alas, he has what he wants and all is well.

I have not heard from Baedwulf or father in a long time. What little family I have here in Eriador, I never seem to see. If only I could receive a letter, or something... just any indication that they are alright.

Baedwulf's horse is now in my care. Abrianna, a rather kind lady I met in the tavern, informed me she knows my uncle and that she was looking after his horse. She asked if I could take it off her hands, which I have. Where has my uncle gone? Why has he left his steed?

I cannot help but think something has happened.

I cannot help but worry.