Cedwyn

I think I have been having too much merriment lately. Since the others left for Gondor things have been quiet here, I have been passing my time around The Thirsty Boar, looking for recruits, spending time with the rest of the company and of course Cedwyn and Averick. It’s a good life, one could not ask for more, unless that one was a fool.

I am getting to know Averick slowly. He’s a very intelligent and pleasant boy. He took after his mother. I finally met Rickstan, briefly but met him and we spoke of this and of that. In the end he suggested Averick stays with us for some time.

It’s always good when you return home from a journey. Back in the warmth of your home, the always full mug of your drink and the warm hearth. For once we haven’t encountered any trouble on our trip, no fights, no pursue, nothing. Only the incident in the Old Forest but that is to be expected there. We passed through the Shire and then into the Southern part of Ered Luin among the Elves. It was good and refreshing. It relaxes body and mind there.

An envelope is placed in Cedwyn's mailbox, the letter inside to be read once she returns from the trip to Ered Luin...

Lady Cedwyn,

I probably should have written back sooner, but much has happened and I hadn't quite gotten round to it.

[The envelope looks like it was sealed once with wax, opened, then re-sealed. It feels a little heavy. Inside, the writing of the first page is a little shaky and full of many hesitations (especially at the beginning). The ink looks like it would dry one day, then a new bottle would be opened the next, as if the process of writing was drawn out over some time. Tucked in front of the folded letters is a small strip of ribbon. It’s dark purple, embroidered with a delicate vine-like pattern of lilac and white flowers.