Seeing the man in the green cloak brought dark memories flooding back to me. I am still haunted by the remains of those tortured souls in Laketown and seeing the face of the man who we first slayed for beating the whiskey drinking bear. If only I could have been the one to drive my mattock through his skull, then I may have felt that some of those poor souls could now find peace.
Finding Modgred and learning that he had slain the green cloaked man seemed to have brought some satisfaction. Yet, I only wish I had not been so naive in thinking that he was now to be trusted. We were fools to take him to Tyrant’s Hill and help him to recover from his wounds. His allowing that poor boy to be beaten should have been enough to doubt him. At least we got away before he turned on us.
Coming upon Radagast’s scout, Bargrim, was fortunate. At least we now know the truth. We will need to make amends for letting Modgred return to his home. Radagast has revealed to me the curse of the red stone and I am grateful for his ridding me of this curse. He also took the time to mentor me on how to heal others. It is good to help those that are in pain and it brings hope to my heart to see them get better.
We now must venture forth to find Ceawin and invite him to the next folk moot. This Ingomar seems wise and it will bring more honor to our fellowship to unite these good people. When we return, we can only hope that Radagast has learned how we can help save Gandalf.