Bree

"Branson! I'm delighted to see you again, my most timely rescuer. I hope you didn't get lost this time?"
"No, this place was easy enough to find in the daylight."
"I'm glad. Sit, sit. My father will join us shortly."

Gwennol rolled up the hide tent, lashing it tight with leather straps leaning it against a tree. She slung on her bag, picking up her staff before whistling for Cysgod to begin her morning foraging. The sound of thundering hooves were heard suddenly and she turned, her long hair whipping around as she held her staff. A heavy dark chestnut horse galloped towards her, the hulking like rider glimpsed as it pounded towards her through the trees. It was nearly abreast of the young woman who tensed to dart out of its path and turned to run.

Rhyva,

Constable G. Townsend
Wednesday Evening to Thursday Morning
Patrol Log Entry 2
Mild Activity

When we were kids, Corrinne and I used to wander the woods near the farm. She always seemed to know what path to take, which way was the right way. Whether it was a keen sense of direction or some kind of intuition I could never figure it out. While I'd blunder along in the underbrush, following false trails and ending up turned around, there would be my twin, finding me to guide me to our destination.

Dani does not remember how she got to live in the Alley...she's just always been there.

((Artwork is an original by Basaran - I love this Basa, thank you so much.))

Rod,

Okay, so by now you've probably heard Mel squealing at you about the letter I wrote to her. Yeah, yeah, I'm back in Bree. I'll swing by the farm, I promise. If she's even speaking coherently, hopefully Mel has told you that in my letter to her, I said I had a few things to take care of. I'll be there as soon as I can.

Mel,

It's your brother, of course. I've returned from Kingsfell finally. The parentals are all sorted out, I think. They've got a few new cows, with the coin they saved before they left. 

Honestly, the years I've been gone, I've been bored out of my mind. Even while building the farmhouse, setting up the fences, buying and rationing the feed. I am so excited that I'm back here. It's a lot less depressing, to tell the truth.

"Pathetic! Get up!"

Her muscles ached, arms and legs trembling as she tried to push herself up to at least get her head out of the dirt. She only just managed to dribble some bloody spittle onto the ground before they gave in and she found herself sprawled face down again.