I found that man, Olver. It was a usual bustling night and I took my regular mug of mead. I looked about the patrons, but in truth...I knew not what or who I was looking for, with regards to appearance. I could only hope Barliman would know at the mention of name. I swiftly became lost in thought, my mind seems to quickly slip off track, and it worries me. Conversing becomes difficult and…I forget all too easily…and I digress! Even now!
Olver, yes, Olver….he seemed in some urgency, or at least, eager for information. I told him all I could, though it wasn’t enough. I had decided that he should take the book and the rest of her belongings. Amongst some of the letters, she had written of him. And, in fondness. I do believe if she is to be found, or at least knowledge of her fate, it will be him who does so. I fear that the worst may have come to happen, and it’s a shadow on my mind. It’s unusual to feel so, for a woman you never knew…but in a small way I do.
If the worst has come to happen…the belongings should stay in his hands. I shall hope to hear of better news.
