Brigands

Rough hands clamped on both arms, dragging her toward the door of her infirmary. She struggled violently, but she had already let them get too close. She should have stopped them before they were close enough to get to her. The two men shoved the door open, throwing her to the floor, the younger one sneering down at her, clearly feeling tough for being able to throw a small woman to the ground. The sense of the deep danger she was in shuddered through her body.

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.