Town's been blessed quiet for the past few weeks. Aside from the usual rabble, drunkard here and there, someone crowing about a swiped batch of eggs or whatnot.
The incidents at the hedge seem to have eased off, if not stopped altogether. I heard tell of a group of fellows that met at the lumber camp in Combe, what went off to deal with some wolves in the Chetwood. Maybe they caught the beast while they were at it. I'll take a walk over to the camp in the next few days and speak to Mason Thorne about it.
I were tossing a pig's bladder ball with some of the children in the Alley, and they told me they'd been seeing a shadowy fellow about. When I asked what they knew of him, they said he'd been about before, and never seemed to hurt anyone or anything, but did a lot of standing and watching. Few of them said their families were friendly with the man but couldn't tell me a name or anything else about him. I'll be keeping an eye open.
