I met with the woman today.
Having heard about her some time ago, I had sent a letter to introduce myself shortly before the incident with the old man. She had replied telling me where I should present myself once I had completed my other business. Thus did I once again return to the Homesteads in order to knock upon her door.
I nearly fell over myself when she opened it. She is huge! I had not before seen a woman standing at such a height, never mind such girth! Beneath her simple shirt and waistcoat, it was clear to see that her width was accounted for by muscle. That alone was enough to surprise me for I had never before come across so unfeminine a female, but the great scar that ran down her right cheek from beneath an eyepatch solidified the impression.
She invited me inside. For all her appearence, I had not expected her voice to be so... harsh, so gruff and yet it was.
She stood staring at me for a time. From the look on her face and the hard glint in her single blue eye, I got the distinct feeling that she was unimpressed by me, which was hardly unexpected. Davick had been good practise for standing my ground though, and this is what I did. She grunted, gave a stiff nod of approval and bade me sit.
We talked for a good few hours, she asking questions and I answering for the most part, although she was kind enough to elaborate on what would be expected of me. She offered me a place to stay but I declined, having no wish to remain in Bree-land. She understood and simply told me that she had some business to take care of concerning her son before she would ride, thus I was to meet her and the others in Trestlebridge some weeks from now.
That, then, is where I go to next.
I hope that I shall recieve further letters from Baradar.
