An unlikely friendship

Funny.. I met this young Hobbit last week, Adobald is the lads name. He's a fair sort of Hobbit. A farmhand, and grower of Pipe-weed. He's also one who struggles with luck. Unlucky with love, life and business by all accounts. He knows little of me, infact he's fallen hook, line and sinker for my simple role of a Locksmith. He told me this evening of some brigands from the wood thieving from him, stole a whole barrel of his stock infact. A lack of art, these thieves have, and a lack of inspiration. One barrel of pipe-weed? His finest or not, that wont fetch more than a handful of silvers. And for such a heavy load.. Such poor artistry is almost embarrasing.

He claims they live in the Chetwood. Rough men, thieves of circumstance.. Not artists. I suggestion, coy as my act was, to hire a man or two to seem them out. The fellow resisted, and simply plans to foul his gardens for them to steal again. Clever, but unjust. I cause a balance, stealing for the fortunate alone. I may cause them to become unfortunate afterwards, but thats.. Unfortunate. Stealing for the already unfortunate, however.. That's poor, unimaginative. Perhaps he shall awaken to a coin purse forgotten on his doorstep, or perhaps these woodsmen will awaken poorer than ever.

Many things go wrong it the woods

Fuck, what am I talking about? I'm a thief, dammit. I'll just rob some merchant, and buy the poor sod a couple drinks..