“I’m human. I’m short for a human, but I am. I swear. I just look like a dwarf, only prettier. During the 18 winters I have lived, I have learned to speak elvish and dwarfish as well as the common tongue. My name is Lilliana, and I am now entering the mines of Moria on my adventure. There has been rumours of a beast that has killed every single dwarf in the mines, and I have a need to find it. I’m drawn to it in ways I cannot describe. I have a desire deep in my stomach to find this beast, and have my way with him. This will be the last thing I write. If I survive, I will finish the book, telling the world my story.” I sigh as I quibble down the last few words on the paper, close the book and place it in my satchel. I remove all my clothes and fold them neatly. I shudder as I look at the r
