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Melowen learnt that day of the grim tide that the folk of the Sutcrofts have been living in. The turmoil weighed heavy upon her, yet she is strong enough to bear its weight.
"Then on a day when the weather clears we shall go hunting. For your brother's honour and your family's; we shall slay an Orc for each year that your brother would have lived: that is the count of fingers on six hands. Bring a bed roll and rations, for we do not return until the task is complete." - Ceorlgar to Melowen.