Ynel

At evening often it happens yet,

When the rest of our night is free,

That a veteran old from the war is met,

And we chat about Ynel of Bree.

Though sullen the man may have been before,

More kindly his face now grows,

And his gray moustache doth a curl come o'er,

And smile on his visage grows.

He thinks how oft from the battle-plain,

or from long-day's travel incur

And wearied, came he a pint to drain,

in the Prancing Pony with her.

Ynel takes a breather below the cliff, after sliding it down. She looks ahead, and around, and listens. No ghostly sighs. No gloaming wights in sight. She spends there a moment to gather her thoughts after the previous fright and compromize.

On the last page of a recipe book in the new Scholar's Hall, written in barely legible handwriting. It is clear that the recipe is not part of the actual book.

Dwarven Duck Recipe

One, take a crossbow and shoot a duck.

Caith have been walking all day and night. The road had been just as she thought it would have been. Calm and without any danger. She thought a lot when she left, should she take her sword and bow with her? No there would not be needed. She had some time thinking on her way back. Lyht, oh dear, she had nearly given up on to be happy again. After Mil left her again she first felt anger. He promised to not leave. Why did he go?

Work..I do enjoy that, even if its not any contract from the Cap'n..this time its works from the others in the company and outside it, needing tings made, an armour for example for Kat..strong but yet flexible..hmm that would turn out to be a challange but I made it, just hope she will be happy with it..if you dont have met Kat before I can describe her as one of those that would crush the life out of you if angerd, enough about that, Kat's a friend and a good one too so I know she will appriciate the work..