Bree

Leothross peered through the darkness trying to make out an object well beyond him. That must be 30 meters, he thought. He took a deep breath, gathered himself, and threw a small  object toward the target with all his might. The object lit up as it flew, spinning wildly, sending flickers of light into the darkness. It hit its target, and blazed brightly for a few moments, illuminating a bare sand bank. It was a perfect spot for practice, he knew. Out, away from civilization, and a comforting view of the land around him.

It is dark. Not because it is a night time - it is always dark around this place. But it also happens to be a night. Only a few earth crystals are shedding their dim light through the window, barely enough to draw out the contours of a dwarf lying on his back in the bed. He is not asleep, he is thinking.

The rain fell hard on Grizbub's cloak. If it rains in Bree, it pours. Was at least better than snow, Grizbub thought to himself. The shrouded figure walked up the scholar's stairs, just before the falling of the evening. On the higher level he was met by a woman who kept a watchful eye over her children playing in a puddle in front of their door. Like the good housewife that she was, the little missy hushed her children inside quickly before she closed the door herself. Not that Grizbub wasn't used to it by now.

(Many thanks to Priya for the idea and letting me use it, and to all the role-players whose characters are a part of Alex's life and influenced it.)

After a particularly messy scene involving an ambush by a trio of bandits, Aureliyn and Alex stand in front of a small stream and next to a small pile of ashes.

Dear Marlyn

​Whilst you and I have never been acquainted in person, Saeldith holds you in the highest esteem. I write to you now to thank you for your letter and the interesting news it contains - it is always good to hear of the lands we have left behind.

Honored Lady Saeldith and Lord Duarion,