News travels fast in Bree-town, the Baker had learnt.

Rafel and Hound had witnessed her flour delivery being stopped and she was in a state about what she was to do. 

Content of note slid under the door of Arrow Hall:

I am as intrigued by your wager and your offer of diversion as much as your bold attempt at stealth and the placement of your missive. I admit for a moment that I believed a serpent had nestled its way into my boot!

I doubt not your prowess with a bow; and am eager to see it firsthand. I am of a mind to let you bring down our quarry as to leave such matters to me and my hammer would result in overly-tenderized meat.

As you have correctly observed, it would be impossible for us to soon forget the cheese.

It was another late night for Fiontann. He helped at The Thirsty Boar till late and now he was heading home to Cedwyn and Averick.

“This way, please don’t fall behind!” Marganil tried to keep the smile on her face and her voice light; the little hobbit girl was quiet in his grasp, as if trying to meld into nonexistence.

He had been on the road for a few days. The journey from the last bridge to Tornhad was quiet and eventless, but at last he was glad to see his home again. 

On the distant outskirts of Archet one balmy midsummer's night, a mere slip of a girl was scrambling out of her window, fleeing her family’s ramshackle farmstead home. She had no clue as to where she was going or how she would live, what she did know though was to leave she must; better to take her chances with the greater unknown than the known future that had been planned for her by uncaring and greedy parents.