[Shrowd Umbra]

Dregar was worth the trip. I have only begun to walk the roads outside of Hurm and already I have seen sights to take my breath away. Twin towers atop thundering falls, a rift so deep one might drop a city inside, and North Point. Here I have found a new home. A smal town suitably wild and free with all the facilities my crafting requires. The best point is the local Diety, Aeridin. Here Tanal and I can walk a little more freely for the pacifist god dictates all life is precious, even that of a Tiefling and wolf.

The Tomb of Lost Heroes is quite a sight. A great tower upon a hill to house the bodies of those whom went before. I only stopped to read one inscription, a story about a barbarian nearly slain by dark elves only to die later under a giant's club. It gives pause to contemplate the soul mother and our mortality, especially given how much room they have yet to fill.

I have vivid recollections of the giants in the Hammerfell mountains. They were brutish and many, the range had been fortified for their own brand of defense. The Giants of the Mountains of Storms do not boast the same level of sophistication, but they are none the less frightening. I was nearly cut off when one began to wander about the only pass leading from the mountains. Fortunately giants do not have lengthy attention spans. Still given their size it does lead to wonder just how the half-giants were possible.

There is nothing so surreal as watching a halfling defeat a mountain of rock four times her size.

New lion leather gloves fit like their namesake. Now if that blasted stag armor would come together as easily. Still working on new boots, need to kill off more Ettercaps. Ought to make my old home a little safer in the process.