Dryn was not expecting the way things had happened during recent days. He had been lucky to have seen Aranglin despite his head injury. He had told Dryn that it was due to a skinchanger but to Dryn’s knowledge, people like them hardly came to Bree. He had gone to have some fellowship with him and the woman named Asterthryth who had been the one who had treated him afterward. Yet it was obvious that they both were smitten with each other, which had made Dryn internally happy. Aranglin deserved to be happy. He deserved to have the comfort of someone liking him for who he was despite where he had come from.
They were then approached by someone named Sigkura. Dryn had found it amusing how she had scared Aranglin. A woman as large as that would have perhaps scared him as well if he was not expecting it. However, it had been clear that this was the skinchanger who had harmed Aranglin the night before.
Dryn had wanted to question about it until Eliad had approached them. Another old face and friend.
They had enjoyed each other’s company until Aranglin had brought up Morohir. This had apparently made the Sigkura woman be in a passive-aggressive manner. Despite being asked to leave them alone, she had continued to spew false accusations and accusing Morohir to be evil as well as bringing up the Umaarah family. Since when did he hear of them? A pile of horse turd of what she had believed in despite knowing what the Umaarahs had been capable of. They were his previous family and he shouldn’t have had cared. However, the fact that he used to be a family that had taken him in after an Angmarim had caused ruin in his life had made him hate the woman more. Just who did she think she was of accusing? After more annoying back and forth with the idiotic woman, Dryn had eventually left to calm himself down. It had sickened him of how people like that were in Middle-earth, thinking they were in the right to speak ill of someone that they don’t even know and judge as if they were gods.
He went back to the Pony the day later to speak to Aranglin once again. He had looked better than he did the previous day. To his surprise, Aranglin had asked for him to take him to Morohir. To this point, being where Morohir was at would be much better than dealing with drama in Bree. Fortunately, Dryn knew where he had lived. Wanting to leave Bree for the time being, he agreed upon helping to take him to Morohir.
Dryn stayed in the Pony to write a few letters specifically to Kristophor, Amanda, and Rick regarding his absence. The last thing he would want for them was to worry about where he had gone so suddenly and without any word. He gave them to Barliman before turning to see Aranglin with his bag. He reached out to help him by carrying it. He led him out the door before leading him to the west gate. Not wanting to take any chances with Aranglin’s head injury, Dryn purchased a temporary horse for Aranglin to travel on. As soon as Aranglin mounted on the horse, the two took their leave from Bree.
Dryn gave a sharp whistle after they had stepped far enough from Bree. He watched as his wolf companion, Fenris, join them. Dryn and Aranglin nodded to each other before the three took their leave to go toward where Morohir had lived.
