The fire was lit without much difficulty. He had watched others do it so many times in recent days that his movements started forming somewhat of a routine. He knew he was being helpful, and he relished in that feeling.

He had failed. 

Mortals:  A Case Study (The Heart Meets the Fist)

Torech Besruth, Falathlorn, Lindon

Sitting here in the oh-so-familiar window seat of my old rooms in the Prancing Pony, the moonlight illuminating my view, I admit I have trouble putting into words how being back in sordid, sorry Bree has affected both myself and my company. It has been worthwhile, and hopefully will advance our cause...but all the same I will be glad when I am gone from here again.

"It's all 'ung up, ma'am!" exclaimed the young boy, no older than ten. He smiled with glee as the woman put a few silver in his hand. She had found him at the edge of the Mud Gate, and he was looking for work, so she gave him an occupation. Anorieldis was a philanthropist in that way. She walked down the roads of Bree-town and admired the notices, all created in her elegant yet legible hand.

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Now dance! Now play! For the baling of the hay!

Ere winter comes we're out-of-doors to work the time away.

But when the stock is gathered then the farmers all will say,

"Now let us drink by the river's brink and dance the night away!

Hey!"

With harvestmath upon us there are bakers in the street,

and they offer us a crusty pie of apple, cheese, or meat.