Arunel

The green grass did not seem to last as they came closer to the borders of what is known as the Lone-lands. Both brothers were walking at a steady pace, talking about their reckless effort. Daellas did have second thoughts for a few times but did not want to burden his brother with these thoughts. He knew others would feel abandoned by them, maybe even forsake them as oath breakers. Yet the Esquires in Bree land were all strong individuals, but weak in a group, which made Daellas believe he had made the right choice.

Mother was buried one week ago. Such a difficult time, yet he must set the mind elsewhere. Daellas looks at the streets of Bree as he strolls through town, he cant help but feel hollow inside. He sees people chatting idly on the market and mutters to himself "I do not belong here". Daellas thinks of his mother, and at the years in Bree that made her lonely and depressed. He looks to the sky "I will not share your fate, mother!".

Patrol

Life of Freia

Leofmund's journal: 22nd day since arriving in Bree