Lady Saeldith Thorongial nods friendly to her conversational partner and bows her head in respect. "I see you around."
She turns around and lets her gaze go around the place in front of the prancing pony, like she is looking for someone.
A brief look up the hills, a short whistle and she sits on her horse, steering the steps of her horse up to the ruin over Bree.
The horse stops and she mounts off, patting the neck of the horse before she sits down to enjoy the view.
A parchment and a feather with ink at hand, she begins to write something.
Oh my dear diary,
this is definitely challenging at the moment.
Meetings here and there are keeping me busy but my heart is not calm these days.
He is not here, no, I have not see him the last few days.
How can I know that he is still fine?
Maybe he is in trouble or lies somewhere, wounded and half-dead.
Oh my heart, how much are you suffering and bleeding...
Let me be with him once again; world do not take him from me.
A tear is running over the cheek of Lady Thorongial and places itself on the parchment.
I need him back here, I wish to be surrounded by him.
Duarion, if you could only read this or if I could only be where you are...
If I could only see your eyes and your smile again.
Come back, yes just come back on your horse...
I think I will wait here until I see him arrive.
Saeldith
