Ranger

Cathdil woke up in the middle of the night cause of a loud banging on his door. He looked around his room, it was dark and from the outside he could hear a heavy rain falling, behind the banging. He shrugged the sleep away for a bit, still being tired after a long days work of harvesting on his field. He got up and walked over to his wardrobe, opening it. There were a bunch of clothes in there along with a chest. He unlocked the chest with a key he had around his neck. In it some green clothes, a bow along with arrows, a sword and a dagger were laying.

Ruadan opened the letter as he leaned with his back to a tree in Chetwood. He had been watching the comings and goings around Bree for sometime now. The elves appreciated that he could travel where he could not and his skills meant that often not even men did not see him. They would perhaps see a trader on his way home as he would often tell people if they enquired of him, or perhaps a trapper setting out in the early dawn to set his traps.

None were aware of his true purpose, that of gathering information.

"When the grey lake-water rushes

Past the dripping beech-bushes,

And the bodeful autumn wind