The Inn has been busy since the ball, and I have been too busy to sit down and write my thoughts down on parchment. I guess people decided they liked the Inn after all, I've seen a number of guests coming and going since then. All of the food was gone the next day after the ball, and my brother still hasn't returned from Trestlebridge. I thought he'd be back by now, so I guess it's lucky that I still haven't found a hunter to replace Woodston. I still have no idea where that man ran off to, and neither does Thistle.
Mister Dimheim visited the Inn recently, and he brought Remdir and a third man with him, though I can't recall if I learned the man's name or not. Even if I did, I can't now remember it. They stayed and ate dinner and chatted for a while, inviting me to stay and talk with them. It was pleasant, and quite funny to watch Remdir bicker with the other man. I liked the company. I'm glad that Mister Dimheim is becoming more of a regular to the Inn. Thistle doesn't care for him, but I don't see whatever she sees. I like his friend too, I think he's very funny. I hope that one comes by again.
Oh, you're being silly, Piper. Stop thinking about such things.
I ventured into Bree yesterday to go to the market. A young woman inquired about hunting for the Inn, which gave me immense relief. It will save me trips from the butcher several times a week, and having to take the wagon each time. It's such a pain, when I can just have it delivered instead.
Hopefully my brother will be home soon.
