Diary entry, January 3

Dearest diary,

Finally a moment to myself. Eoryn is ill, suffering from headaches, looks very pale, tired. I sit up at her bedside writing to you. What's wrong with Eoryn? A big mystery. I don't trust that Polly Leafcutter anymore with her potions and empty promises, it's what Daisy Underhill said, she's just another quack. That rude woman Blaecwyn suggested I try an old friend, Bielduwyn. Affraid this old friend hardly ever visits us anymore. I'll send her a letter.

Yesterday I had to relay the sorry news to a little lass by the name of Ethelwing about her parents. An elf brought a letter for her! An elf, a very remarkable family guardian! Reminds me of my own unknown protector. One moment you think those Fair Folk don't care about the world with their noses up high in the wind, the next thing an unexpected hand is offered to help! Poor lass, the news devastated her. She's in a state of shock, and stays in one of the staffs little bedrooms in the back. With all these young refugees it's a bloody shame the mayor isn't doing anything. Bree doesn't even have an orphanage. Who's going to take care of all these children?

On the brighter side, after Baecere and Argewyn had an argument, Argewyn ended up in the fountain a couple of days ago, I had a hard time not to laugh. I believe she retalliated in a very painful way. Poor Bae