Audun

It was after his meeting with the 'Ripper', that Dagramir began to fear for those close to him... He tried everything in his power to keep them safe, and that's exactly what he thought he had done by taking Francheska to Combe, to hide her in a derelict house. Time passed, and Francheska was safe. He would regularly come to check up on her, at least twice a day, to get her food, supplies and anything she needed. But this was where he had made his second mistake... On his usual trip up, he frowns slightly, seeing the candle that was usually bright, rather dim.

Dagramir had been lucky to gain this meeting, using his knowledge, he brokered  a quick deal with Mayrin, and managed to gain an audience with the one and only, 'Bree-town Ripper'... So there he stood, practically face to face with the man he had been hunting for so long... But he hadn't been prepared for what came next...

Dagramir shakes his head, staying as physically determined as possible, he decides to leave his own mark on the crime scene. He moves forwards, heading for the door, he unsheathes his dagger, and would begin to carve into the door, a depiction of a coiled, hissing snake. He would take time in this, making his depiction as graphic as possible. Once he finished, he slices the word 'VIPER'  into the oak underneath it, then scores along the bottom of it, underlining it. He would then turn, hoping that the 'Bree-town Ripper' would get his message.

Dagramir had been having a troublesome day. A letter in from his aunt, telling him of his uncle's death, and the need for him to find a wife. Getting drunk with Tailia, which is never a good idea, and then Annsuel straight afterwards, left him reeling also.

Dagramir, at the age of 19, leaving Minas Tirith after his father's tragic death, escaping from the people hunting him, and beginning the long, perilous journey that would take him across Eriador, and eventually to Bree.