(A sloppily written page that looks to be done while riding)
Dearest one,
I write to yah after some time, I know. I think that yah 'ave all but forgotten the gentleness of meh hand caressing your delicate page as I write. Forgive meh. I have been unwell for some time and I needed to forget the horrors we went through once more. The scars of the last battle sting upon my wounded heart with much sorrow. I cannot bare the thought of those I left in the dust in my quicken departure. For they showed nothing but eternal kindness and loving hands. Sharin' my sorrows with as much or more of a heavy heart I repaid them with the memory of my wake.
Bree calls meh once more as a siren would to a wayward sailor. The strange allure only calling meh back to strike once more at a broken maiden. I may crumble at its legs, it's hardened eyes not swayin' at my agony, but I will always rise again. I learned long ago that when one failure comes to grow stronger and think with intellect.
A Thane has arisen in Bree by the name of Theodvan Goldenshield. The short letters I receive from a shadowed informant give meh little but from what I have 'eard he seems respectable enough. I distrust these nobles after the failure of The Lord Emion. Yet, this is a man of Rohan and Rohan does not produce imbeciles. I refuse to return to the lower state of a maid so he has taken meh on as a guard. I am familiar with the responsibilities that this task brings and welcome it openly. I may be weakened by meh sight being half taken out by the cruelties of this world but I have learned much throughout the years. When impaired other abilities become more heightened to make up for the error. I find meself able to analyze people with queer accuracy. Many of the alley I have observed also have this strange ability and trade it for a coin. I hope to give much help to the Thane with this ability perhaps I can save him from the same fate as The Lord.
I am told that the Thane has tight bonds to the house of The Lord Gerwolf. This causes much unease in meh mind but from what I have seen The Lord Gerwolf seems to have the people of Bree's opinions in his sights. He may not be as bad as I once believed but...meh father told meh that a men of so many words shouldn't be trusted. If yah can't explain somethin' in under a minute yah don't know nothin'. I doubt tha' Gerwolf would be able to tell anyone about a crisis without missin' the point when it could be saved. I pray the Thane doesn't drown on like he does.
I wrote a letter tah the Thane about the job and he was quick tah except meh. I will wear a red set of armor which reminds meh much of where I came from last. I hope the color does not bode ill for the Goldenshield house. It has been a long ride from Snowborne and I feel I will return sometime soon. The place brings meh calm and a ease of mind. There are many dangers on the path back tah Bree and I seem tah be able tah avoid many with keeping out of the well travel'd path. The off roads seem neglected from prying eyes but all the same... I wear a darkened color until I reach the city. The horse I borrowed tires from the road but I must press on. This lamp light dims with the winds cold touch.
I shall write soon about what I discover at this new Thane's residence. Perhaps I shall also 'ave time tah write the friends I left. I would be 'appy tah write dear Rannie and Matswulf. My love goes both there ways. Let the gods watch over there souls and protect there spirits. I could bare nothin' 'appening tah them. I now settle in Bree.
May Bema guide our stars,
Lynxy
