The task is done. Our companion has passed the crisis, his fever fell yesterday at last, and the worst of the blizzard seems to have passed. I entreated them to let me stay and provide what aid I could, though I had not slept, and I was numb to the bone. But my friend's wisdom and kindness prevailed, and he ordered me back to town for a few days of rest. Word has been sent to another band of men within a day's march, to come and help bring our weakened companion to safer quarters for the remainder of his recovery.
I am on my way back to Bree, then. I feel both eager and guilty at the thought of a proper fireside and a bed that isn't crusted with snow and ice. I shall spare the good folk of the town my countenance, however, and keep to the back of the inn.
