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The elves- so the stories say sow grass and reap trees and the Kazad sow stone and reap rubies and men sow corn and reap cities and we Hin-the goodly folk sow trouble and reap adventure.

Really travelling as long as we have with men and the elf-maid siliquay has taught me nothing so much as that the big-folk are not an intrepid people. Given overmuch to love of glory and not enough to earning their praise I doubt very much they could have got so far in the world without the faithful Hin to steer them straight.

I suppose it's best to say that we're a friendly people- friends to everyone. Gnomes and Elves and men and even little Meepo. Meepo is missed and the Gnome-girl too- but make no mistake there's no time for tears and no time to tarry. My brother and I are on the road now - he's in love with that and chatters about it endlessly - but I'd like a shorter road and a sturdy wagon to rest in on it. And that's a sad turn in our story.

I was lucky those days ago - lucky not to be found but unlucky too- to watch those villians so mistreat my brother, faithful chester who hid what he could and answered the least- he's brave and strong-stronger than I and I'd be useless on this road without him. Still - I knew as I hid in watchful waiting that if his death came I could not turn back. If all our companions were killed it would be on me to travel on and avenge them all. Even the great fool Tyriel whose passing I would not mourn and silent thoughtful Red who's power is deep and silent to match him. More than all the fallen men I'd mourn Mike - our Hin-friend who is faithful and just and good, above all men I've met on the road and off it.

But Chester did not break and the tears that must come at journeys end are saved now for only a few and for me as well maybe.

There's been killing - too much killing perhaps and though it does not sit well with me the time for such considerations is not yet come. I can tell I'm weaving my doom every day we go on - I only hope I don't reap what I truly deserve.

Thoughts of death are close at hand, I think, since our two too near brushes with him. At the hands of Ruby and Slipper's men and again in the fallen temple. I've no fear that we'll prevail for we've justice and right and the strength of our ancestors behind us- I only worry that we will win far more than we expected.

In the meantime It's good to fight and win and wander on the richer for it.