Thorvall sits on a rooftop overlooking Bree-Town, the cool night breeze ruffling his hair. He writes slowly, pausing often to think.
Been a while since I last wrote. Flannery's been helping me with my letters. Rekon I've gotten much beter now. Stil make a few mestakes now and then, but I rekon that given a few more weeks I shud be as good as anyone else. Flannery's been a great help. So have a few of the others.
He looks up and smiles as Kane, a large black raven, swoops down to land on the roof next to him.
Kane has come back. It's been a long time since we were last together. He's a good companyon. Doesn't say too much though. I wonder where he flies off to when he leaves. Still havn't gone to the golden perch with Pinty. Shud be a nice trip. He's a good lad. Frightened of almost everything, but then he's only a Hobbit. Hopefully it won't rane when we go. Nothing worse than rane when you're traveling. Might rane tonight actually. It's getting cold up here. I rekon I'll hed back to the Pony. Shud probably get some sleep anyway.
Thorvall closes the journal and gets to his feet. Kane flies up to his outstretched arm and then makes his way up to roost on Thorvall's shoulder. Climbing down to the hill that allows access to the blue slates, Thorvall tucks the book and charcoal inside his shirt and makes his way back to The Pony.
