For the past few days I have had terrible trouble with dwarves.
There are four of them who look identical, making it almost impossible to tell them apart. At first they just came and sat around my chair, staring up at me in a rather discincerting fashion. I found it extremely uncomfortable and simply tried to ignore them. They left after a little while.
Later, a man came to me saying that he had been told that I had wished to speak with him. I had no idea who he was or why anyone should tell him such, and this I conveyed to him. As it turned out, those strange dwarves had told him so and that was not to be the last time they pulled this particular trick.
They did the same with different men several times over the next few days, each time contriving to do so whilst I was deep in conversation with someone else. It has been most vexing. Indeed, after they tricked the barmaid into sending a man to me instead, I quite lost my temper with the group.
Luckily, one of the men they had sent to me earlier in the day was also less than pleased and was happy to stand with me as I told them off for their behaviour. The tatty-bearded little things even tried to blackmail me, stating that if I bought them each a drink then they would stop annoying me so! We managed to get rid of them, though, and I have not yet seen them again.
I did meet another person from my past, though. At first I did not remember him, but it came back quickly enough. Arangilas was the one with whom I spent many an hour on the High Stair. I recall that he had been kind enough to explain some things to me back then and my conversation with him today was quite pleasant.
Still, now that everything is sorted out in Bree, I feel the need to be on the road again. I have a pressing desire to return to another place of my past and finally set it to rest, thus have I packed some food for myself and Arugru, along with a few other necessites, and set my direction back to the east. It will be a long road, but it is necessary.
