Lucia,
Another night and another Watch completed, the streets are safe in Bree, and the talk of Brigands quiet on the roads. But I get an unease in my stomach. Like something foul of food that festers an ill. Something is brewing, I feel it and I know, if you were here you'd tell me I always felt this way on quiet nights, true.
But alas I know something is wrong, or at least in part, amiss. If you were here you'd know just what to say to set my mind on the right path; always did. Why the watch, you ask? Well, you.
You were taken by those Men and..if an extra pair of hands can ensure no one suffered what I have had to then my hands will always offer help.
The hour grows late, and I must rest. I miss you, always.
Aric.
