Alrewulf sat in his favourite chair in that oh so well-known inn in Bree. He sat, Cider in hand, eyes gazing into the dancing flames of the hearth before him. He had been so busy with life that it felt like an age since he had taken the time out for a quiet drink. Just how long was it? By the plains! It had been years! Since settling down with Cyre, raising the family and working the land, hiring help and delivering goods, time had just flown by. Life was good now, but he had lost touch of enjoying the little things, something which he had decided to fix by popping into The Prancing Pony whilst in town today.
He sipped his Cider as he thought of times Jolly and great, times bad and fearful. All the events that had happened or been witnessed by him in this chair, the friends he had spent time with and the family he had found when alone. He thought of his sister, Erinwyn. Had it really been so long? He thought to himself, it had been years since he spoke to her. “I wonder what she is up to now..” he muttered to himself. Some brother he is! He had always been far too overprotective of her always worrying that some gentlemen was playing her, some scoundrel aiming to hurt her.. He clenched his first tightly at the thought of it, before relaxing back and sipping his Cider. She never needed his protection, she was strong and smart, far smarter than he infact… For Alrewulf had chosen his adoptive family well.
“Oh Gothidox….” Alre’s face suddenly dropped, he could never forget that eve. Gothidox had been a great friend and mentor to him and Erin… and Drandr. A large stocky Dwarf, long in the beard and wise in the head. He had helped him so much in his younger days. His passing was tough, Alrewulf lost his way for a while at the loss.
Alrewulf lent back into the chair and lit some pipe weed. “Maybe I’ll stay here a little longer” He thought to himself.. “I should get some letters written”
