Faustino’s Journal, Eight night since the eighth moon of this year. Bronhaven, A knock on the door, I tilted my head while I was sitting in my chair, who could it be, I walked to the door, opened it and there was a man, introduced himself as “the courier” he handed me a pouch filled with silver coins, and a letter…

Another night in Thorin's Hall. Firefern tried to make us practice a new arrangement of "Four Pies" but something's not quite right yet. Someone is playing off-key! We have to practice some more before we can put that one on stage. Other than that, we played: The Friendly Woodtroll Over The Hills and Far Away (requested by a Dwarf) Always look on the bright side of life (requested by Chief Alariana) Enveloped by Tenderness

Another practice tonight. Silkweed found us a fourth member - a nice Hobbit-girl called Glamua. She plays about everything, just like the rest of us, and seems quite proper. We decided on the name of the band now! It was (sort of) my suggestion. We threw around pie-related names, so I said "Pies and Pipes". We shortened it to "Pied Pipers" after a few rounds because nobody could remember whether the pies or the pipes came first. I hope nobody will think we're exterminators now, but in any case it sounds good enough!

Another gig for the kin; this time we were not performing in the Shire though, but at the Dwarves' place! Silkweed complained about the smell of the horses the entire ride. Apparently she "doesn't do" horses. Arcialac hasn't turned up - apparently he did take my cutting him off at the last practice harder than I thought. Pfft. Pansy Hobbit boys! All I did was ask him to stop his strumming for a minute so that we could actually hear Silkweed trying to tell us something. Ah well.