After walkin' through the Bonevales with all the buzzing flies and cackling crows it were a right sight to walk into Pren Gwydh, such a pretty spot. I headed to Galtrev and bumped into me old mate Gethin, who was as much in need of refreshment as I were.
There's no proper pub in Galtrev, but if you knows where to go... Me and Geth did a nice catchup, and I readied meself to for the hilly hike to Barnavon.
After a hearty meal and swappin' some stories, I needed to get back on the road south. I'd need to pass through the old burial grounds, and once or twice I swear I seen an oathbreaker roamin' around down that way. I don't know if my blade can catch an apparition like that, and I'd rather not find out the hard way.
I ran into an old Dunlending mate of mine who I'd stood besides in a fair few fights. He was - as we says on the lines - on "Gondor leave", so I won't be mentionin' his name. But he had a nice fire blazin', so I sat and warmed me bones.
Algraig is the folks what lives in these parts, and they calls their chiefs "Brenin"! Glynn is the name 'o the chief in Lhanuch, and I met him back it were nigh fifteen year ago I reckon.
Brenin Crus