Thorvall gave a thin-lipped smile as the murmur of the crowd before him dimmed. The Caru-lûth had hosted his Oathsworn in good faith, in return for the liberating several of their kin, those who refused to be pressed into their warbands, from the Draig-lûth fort. The rescue was a happy chance while raiding rather than their goal.

It was a good day in Bree. Sun was shining on the market square as the company entered, their carts and packs with wares behind them. Amaken and others passed through the south gate with people watching with interest as they stop and set their stands near the Boar fountain. He looked quickly at everyone's faces. Everyone was in somewhat good mood, as it was the first organized market in a long time.

Torech Besruth, Falathlorn, Lindon

8 Coirë in the Reckoning of Imladris 

Just as the whispers of the nightwatch sentries in Haldrith could be heard around the darkened ruins in the heart of Thinglad, a notable clattering broke the quiet as Xandilif rode in, dropping off her horse before the beast had come to a stop and looked around for her companions. She noted them near a fire, wearily tending to their gear and animals.