This is the background of Ilron's former life, which consists of three stories and diary notes echoing from each part.
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…acute sound of breaking glass broke the silence of the night. Window opened abruptly and a cold blast came into the room. Ilron opened his eyes slowly and looked at his watch. Fifteen minutes to three. Strong wind hit window-frame against the wall once again, beating small pieces of the glass out on the floor. Ilron sat on his bed, swearing drowsily. He grabbed his worn crumpled shirt and stood up to close the flapping window-frame. Suddenly a loud knock made him turn his head to the front door. Gruff voice reached his ears:

— In the name of King Terenas Menethil, open the door!

Ilron shove his feet into house slippers and walked to the door, shuffling his feet. Rough knock broke the silence once again and he opened the door. A sturdily built man wearing a tabard with a Terenas’ coat of arms embroidered on it appeared before Ilron’s eyes. Strong scent of cider hurt his nose.

-- Good… *Ilron rubs his nose* night — said he crossly.

-- You are Ilron Jefford, son of Tian and Elina Jefford?

-- Yes, I am, and…

-- Herewith you are officially enrolled in his majesty front-line forces. You have five minutes to get ready to go and bid farewell to your relatives.

-- Hey, I thought we settled that papers question?!

-- Lis’n lad, I don’t care a straw about your papers, I want you to be outside your cozy warm house, ready to go *contempt shone through his words* in five minutes, is that clear?!

-- Why can’t this wait till the morning?! Can you at least tell what happened?

-- War, lad. War…