Too much time has been spent, and it has all been in vain. The forest of Chetwood and the lands touching its edges are wide, and I had not time to cover all of the most likely places. Yet even so, I found nothing... but such turn outs happen from time to time.
But the time is now to journey to Tinnudir, where Jon is being held. My thoughts are bent in that direction like a thin, weak tree being pushed northwards by a harsh wind.
… But what will I do once I actually get there?
