Go away to help a cousin for a few weeks, and the world turns upside down while yer gone!
Wilbe Carver is now heading up the Artisans guild, as the little master has decided to go off once again with his dwarf friends. What is it with hobbits and dwarves, anyways? Whenever those two get together things go topsy-turvy! Mistress Impatiens is in a rage and a bundle all at once. I've a sneaking suspicion that gruel will be the only thing served from the Artisan's kitchen for the next few weeks. Lucky for me, Mistress Rose still heads up the provision at the Warhorse. Always did favor an Inn...
Arrowhaven seems quiet enough. There's a crispness in the air that comes with the onset of Harvest-time. Still see the same faces....that rough looking brute that lives up the hill has taken to keeping a warty, digging sort of creature in his yard. Chickens I can understand, but a...thing ...like that. Never will understand some folk.
The Mercer manor is still standing dark and still as usual. The trees in front have begun to turn rust coloured or lost their leaves entirely. Can't say it's a change for the better. I'll keep my eye on that place nonetheless.
Think I smell pot-pies up at the Warhorse. I must go investigate....
