Oh, what I am tired tonight! Firefern's been learning the drums and keeping the whole neighbourhood including me awake with them. I do believe I fell asleep for a moment on the Thorin's Hall inn-table before! But I am looking forward to playing with percussion in the band - there doesn't seem to be another band around that can get percussion right. Also, being the location scout I'm excluded from carrying the heavy things around... We were practising some new songs for the inn tonight, but just as we were going to play, Glamua felt poorly. So Firefern came up with some trio pieces instead.

...and thats the last I'm seeing o'that elf. Feh... scaring a girl like that. they shouldn't be allowed amongst proper folk. I been staying in the Pony since then mind... wait until its gone far away. Getting to recognise some o' the good-fer-nothing types that hang around the pony.. allus there they are. Particularly that skinny fellow [jairyth], with that mess of a little beard and moust-aches - talks all the time, allus there with his woman out in the back rooms.

*Inside the letter is wrapps a very old but wouderful silk handerchife* My dearest Lendes It is so hard for me to write this, as so much has happened in my life and so much time has pasted. You will already know about the Sack of Calth, myself and my men were caught outside the walls and battled to get back inside. But, such was fate, we were forced to flee into Rohan. We were exiled from Rohan and banished to Eriador.