Well I will never cease to be amazed and no mistake! Today I was exercising Witimanu on the town meadow, when I heard the language of my own kindred. It seems Béma heard my prayers, if He ever listens to anyone.
But however it was, there is indeed another in Bree who speaks the language of the Mark. Andswaru is his name, and he came here with a company of our kin a while ago. He was left behind with a wounded leg, he says, unable to ride. Now that he can ride again, he would not mind a ride home, I am sure. Well, we could use another in our trek, especially one who speaks the language of these people. I will suggest it to Father tonight, right when I ask him about going to the land of these Holbytlan. I've seen about enough of this town. And I can't wait to get back home to the Mark. I'll be glad when I never have to see mountains again, ever!
