page_0: "The watch continueth without incident, yet I must note a persistent vexation. The snow didst melt but three days past and already an accursed bird hath taken residence in the crags above. 'Tis some manner of mountain thrush, I reckon - and it singeth without cease from matinal hours till mirkning.

Its shrill chirping doth pierce even the thickest stone walls and giveth me no repose. I have thrown stones at it thrice today, yet it returneth always to mock me.

Brother Fugolwine sayeth I should welcome the song as a sign of Builder's creation awakening, but methinks winter's peace was preferable to this incessant racket. Though I did freeze mightily at this outpost, at least the snow brought silence."