Brigands

Sunlight filtered down through the budding branches of the Yellow Tree. Jonn squinted up, smiling at having the warm spring breeze on his neck. He looked back at Glorwen, making sure the lead-line between them didn't get caught as they maneuvered around the large trunk. Content she was following safely, he repositioned his aching backside and faced forward again, giving Scorch's mane a playful stroke whether he liked it or not.

Fiontann kneels near a tree, he's keeping it to his right to hide him from the brigand camp up the hill, as well as the patrols that walk around. Some other trees five or four meters away from him cover him from the side of the lake as well, where the meeting will take place, he keeps the hood low to hide any white parts in the dark and waits for the meeting, he doesn't mind the cold.

Today marked my first official victory over Nessya. 

   I have been seeking him out, Lord Borimi. It has come to my attention that he is definitely located somewhere in Bree, I must find him swiftly. If I fail to find him first, no doubt the ruffians and crooks in this town will hold him for ransom, or worse. After years of searching, a dreadfully tiring road, my quest is nearly at its end. 

I had an interesting talk with Ellany the other night, one that has been on my mind in the last two days.

"Come on, come on! We're in Dunland, already. Few more days, and we'll be there."

Dear Diary,

It's been a while I know, but so little has happened till recently. The trail went cold on that Nighthawk woman or whatever she called herself. I sunk into boredom after that. Tim helped me a lot, talking to him always cheers me up. 

"Mister Berrywine! What a pleasure! We couldn't recognize you, it is quite dark. What are you doing here, in the Vale of Andrath?"
"I'm going South."
"Where?"
"You'll find out when I come back."

It's been nearly a week since Hutwig disappeared. I'm extremely worried as I've found no trace of him since the day he vanished from the field. I had been in the house most of the day, since Gram was not feeling well and needed help. When I went to call Twiggy in for supper, as he would never come on his own, he was gone.