Buderick Fairbairn, laden with a large pack, runs up the main street of Towerglan. He knocks firmly on the door of the second house from the port to which a stocky figure appears.  "Mister Buderick, come inside." the sedated voice expresses with mild surprise. "Aye, g'day Missus Ashdown," he says busily and shyly enters the home. He sits down as the lady of the house pours him a cup of aromatic herbal tea. "I come bearing gifts," he exclaims with well-mannered excitement while opening the pack: 

It all happened so fast.. I argued with Ani about dragging psychos in our house, she kicked me off, we broke up I guess, she left Bree, went somewhere to Falathlorn with an elf I have heard.. I spent months drinking, trying to find a sense in my life.. But I think I have found it.. Little boy Davrynn was adopted by a watcher who has no time for him. So I cook for him, I play with him.. I love him like he was my own kid.. He is so sweet and..

Some few days after the company’s return from Angmar.

Narys was never an agreeable girl

Her tongue tells tales of rebellion

But she was so fast

He had gone north to see if he could find out about the thefts that were taking place.

He stood eating an oatcake.  He was busy rubbing down his horse, allowing the tired beast to eat the last few handfuls of oats he carried.

The night sky was clear, bright and cold as hell.  The snow deep on the ground covered everything in a wintery blanket.  With the night sky clear the moon bathed everything in its pale glow. Nights were bitterly cold yet, so terribly beautiful, in a stark kind of way.  The land covered by its white wintery blanket of snow made everything look pure and clean, untouched.