5th Ringare, Calendar of Númenor
True to this word, I met with Borrandir this evening at the agreed upon location of The Prancing Pony. I came across an odd assortment of fellows gathered before the stairs, It was safe to presume these were the recipients of my letter. An Elf, one of the Lossoth's kin and a men of my blood. Safe to say this little company recieved a mixture of meaningful glances by the usual assortment of rogues and ruffians which have come to inhabit Bree of late.






