Long were there rumors, whispers and supposed sightings of an enemy; no Orc host, but manlings from lands afar. Some laughed, others shook their heads... but it is in our nature to assume the worst, so we sent out scouts and warned our brothers-in-arms in Dale. With time word returned and confirmed the rumors. We prepared for war once more.

An Anonymous letter lies on her desk at home it reads: 

Dear diary, it brings me no joy to make this entry. However, I know I can't express my thoughts freely anywhere else. Ever since Raymond died I had this gnawing fear that I'd never find love of any kind again. Then I met Lycaon who I've known for a little less than a year. He says he loves me, but I don't know if I believe him.  Do two broken people even remember what love feels like?

Steadily they rode, stopping but a few minutes every hour to stretch their legs and give the horses a breather or some grain, and to take care of other needs, the golden-haired elf maiden in oak-leaf green and a tall man, travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him. Grey-eyed, dark-haired, like lords in whom the race of Númenor ran true he was.

With the opening of the path in The Wildwood to Trader's Warf and the persistent mildness of spring, Wisterhya is convinced to take the risk and invest in the securing of the trading route to High King's Crossing in Evendim. A mission that was attempted the year prior to a mediocre result, following a bandit attack and subsequent looting of the goods. A message was received over winter by the client, that a minor bandit camp was discovered. It hosts less than 9 people and appears to pose less of a threat than originally assumed.

          A waxing moon rode over the Bree-lands giving its soft light, more than enough for the eyes of an eagle on the wing for the hunt.  Which is precisely what the eagle named Sûlpadron, Windwalker in the Common Tongue, was doing:  he was searching for a Man at the behest of the Elf-lady, Seregrían. 

Denholm, Captain of the Garrison at Bancross,

This message will be delivered to you by my man, Ealdbriht, who you may recognise. He will confirm who he is by showing my token, and giving you the agreed password.