Bree-town, year 3018 of the Third age. It is october and a steady rain falls heavily upon the sleepy town. The hour is still early, yet she lies wide awake staring at the raindrops landing on the windowpane. She can hear the drumming on the roof and the wind howling outside the house.
How she dreads this cold rain and the darkness, the whole town in fact and all its people. Just the previous day she had seen a man being attacked and stabbed in broad daylight on an open street!
She pulls the covers over her head to hide from all the madness. If only she could stay in bed and let this day pass by unnoticed, allow the adventures of this day to belong to someone else but her. But alas, she has things to do and there is work to be done.
Some time passes and the young woman is still curled up in her bedsheets, reluctant to be removed out of the warmth, as there is a quiet knock at the door. Then someone slides a piece of paper in under it and into her room. She sits up slowly and waits for the drowsiness to wear off before putting her feet to the cold wooden floor. In only two steps she reaches the door and picks up the letter before she sprints back to bed.
She lights the candle next to her and brings the letter into view. It is sealed with wax and her name is written on it in a steady and refined handwriting. She recognizes it immediately, thus it is with great eager, but also with worry that she opens the letter and begins to read.
As she finishes the letter for the second time she allows herself to smile. She can feel a new hope lighting up inside of her.
“He is coming back” she says to herself. As if the words would not be true before spoken out loud.
She jumps out of bed to put her morning robe on and opens the door wide and dances down the corridor to find her landlords.
Villains and rainfalls aside, this is proving to become a fine day after all.
