Anriett

He approached the inn and before reaching the door he stopped and looked around, the helmet on his head was covering most of his face, making it hard to see his face. He took advantage of that and pretended to stretch while looking around. He wanted to see if anyone was watching him, maybe no one in particular, maybe someone in particular. It was two or three days that he received the letter, so he was certain that Anriett would be around.

Another day at the Prancing Pony, this time FIontann sits with his usual jar, which is thrice the size of a regular tankard and a bottle of whisky which he pours into the jar every now and then, mixing it with the ale. As he sits he writes something in his journal, his thoughts...

The word was given by Twirks, the bandits and half orcs of Andrath had asked him to find them many weapons within a week. The bandit leader sent a message to Anriett and she told that to Fiontann, it was time for action, the two sent a message to the rest of the company and made their way to Bree to meet them.

"Father! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" Fengdiel woke with a jolt and a gulp as she sat up right in her tent in Ost Guruth, breathing fast and hard as one does when they wake up from a nightmare, her words still echoing in her mind as she rummaged through her pack to find the leather bound book that is her diary and began to write in it.