(A note shakily written as though with some difficulty)
Dearest one,
Night seems to fall on this sleepy town of Swerbrey none too fast. The days seem to last longer and longer with each passing hour. I walk the streets alone. This place looks forgotten. I fear I am the last left in its hollows.
I have not seen m'lord since the weddin'. I heard word tha' he was seen about just up until the ladies death. He seems tah be gone I tell yah. None of me fellows walk these streets no more...I think all is gone. I am unsure of wha' tah do. Wait....leave? Wha' would m'lady say if she could see us now. In shambles. Wha' would she say?
I think often of miss Rannie's offer I tell yah. She told meh tah write her if I wanted tah leave. Her offer seems sweet tah the ears at the moment. I feel abandoned by m'lord. I have yet tah hear word of 'em in four days now. It gets lonely 'round here. No children play in the streets any longer. The birds sing tunes of sorrow as though still mourning the loss of m'lady Glorria. I fear each sound in the night...I look out only tah see darkness with me one good eye. I am alone. Will no one come for me?
I 'ave nightmares now. Always the same. The plains of Rohan. Blood. Fire. Then me dreams switch tah a dark rider entering Bree in the rain. Blood. Then the face of the child at tha' funeral comes last. Tears so many tears.
If I hear none from m'lord soon I think it best tah write tah miss Rannie. I find a good hold on this world in 'er eyes. She seems tah be all tha' is left fer meh tah reach for now.
I pray I hear from those who still hold meh dear soon. Anyone. Tha' is enough writin' fer now...
Lynxy
