Tiverton

Later that evening, Tiverton found himself in a rather humiliating position. More specifically, wrapped within a sack and carried rather clumsily by Tutt through the camp. Nobody paid much attention to them, as if they had, they would have certainly noticed something different about Tutt’s appearance let alone the hobbit-sized sack that he carried. How he allowed himself to be roped into such an affair was beyond him, however here he was, smuggled in sack which smelled vaguely like onions and damp.

Several hours had passed since Tiverton was captured and robbed by the brigands upon the road. To most within the camp, the hobbit remained bound and starved and of very little interest to the villains. Little did they know that he sat with Tutt, one of their own, drafting a letter to a farmer’s daughter.