It appears I am staying in Bree, longer than I had thought.
Though it is not my wish, I had come across that of a young boy, his name was Dryn.
His... parents were killed.
Very much like my own many years ago, feeling the boys pain and after several hours of speaking with him, he had asked for me to take him under my wing.
I have never had a child before, in all my years.
Yet, my heart had always been loving towards them.
He had called me Mother..
Mother?
Too soon.. far too soon.
That name, being heard from that of another is foreign to me.
He had called me Mother...
This boy..
Is this meant to be?
How will Remethir react to a child?
I do not wish to turn him away..
Ah, Carvireth yet again you worry.
