Prancing

((forgive me, pardon the rough edges - this is a work in progress))

A girl lays upon a field of bearded wheat – the long golden stalks swaying gently in a breeze laden with scents of smoked meats and cedar wood. Addiel cracked open an eye as her name was carried upon the wind along with the aromas of the bustling village below. Sitting upright, she stretches her arms up towards the sky releasing a groan of protest. Still in a daze, she looks up at her outstretched arms, peering through her splayed fingertips at the wisps of clouds above. 

*An elegantly decorated giftbox, tall as an average man's knees, is delivered to The Prancing Pony. Barliman leaves the giftbox beside the front door, visible to anyone who's spacially aware. The note reads as following.*

Dearest patrons and greatly-missed friends, 

Inside this box is an assortment of gifts that i've gathered specially for the patrons of The Pony. I would like to inform you that I am very safe, and enjoying myself quite frankly down here. Unfortunately, I cannot reveal my whereabouts for classified reasons. 

Last night, I was working at the Prancing Pony as usual, but this time not with Erelayn. Erelayn had been attacked the night before and was resting at home. Anyway, instead of Erelayn, a young man called Theodrit was helping me out. In the afternoon, I was cleaning some tables when this dwarf named Garison ran up to me and shouted, "The prancing pony will be mine!'' I looked at him confused. He then ran off and started a conversation with a man named Miradon. I'm not sure what the dwarf said to upset him, but the next thing I knew they were having a duel outside the Pony.