She laid awake in her cot. It was the middle of the night and a whistling noise was keeping her up. It was not the wind that was bothering her, in fact, it wasn't wind at all. The Forsaken Inn was just doing what she knows it to do best. It kept her from sleeping and she wanted to sleep. It had been a very long day.
The last time she was in the inn, she drank some swill or whatever the man said it was. She found herself trying to save a man under the inn in some secret tomb. Fighting through the undead and traps, she stopped at a large door and pulled the lever to continue... except that no matter how many times she pulled and push the damned lever, the door would not open. Then... she woke up, finding herself at the same table she was drinking at the night before. Stupid dreams.
Anyways.
Earlier in the day, she had met with Aionna and Ergaric. She was hoping to gloat about the wager from the illegal fights, but they rambled on about other things and she just went with it.
Oh well. They were both still being strange. Later, Ergie had joined her again at a table. They began speaking of Bilbad and how they miss the silly, young hobbit. Of course, Cerriel wanted trouble and decided that they needed to steal a pie and sneak in the barrow lands (Cerriel can never remember the actual name of this place) outside of the village. It was all planned for remembering Bilbad. She met the two of them after 'kidnapping' them for an adventure.
And hobbits like pie, so the Gondorian heard. They were going to steal a pie. Like anything else, Barliman knew how to unintentionally ruin Cerriel's day. There were no pies to steal and Ergie wanted to buy one.
The duo then, without any plans, rode off to the barrow lands. They argued. Goat and Ergie's horse ran away. Ergie was angry anytime she just nodded and said 'aye.' The land was cold and foggy. Walking dead folk roamed around them, creeping them out. It was like old times.
They continued walking, wanting to find the walking trees that had originally brought them here about a year ago. At the top of a hill, Cerriel began taking the pie out and was beginning to set a slice down on the hill in remembrance of their friend. It was all good until she spotted the walking dead folk. Up went the pie, covering herself with it, as she grabbed Ergie's hand and started running. She tripped and stumbled down a hill, grunting in pain as she stopped. Ergie seemed worried but she was able to get up. Besides, she had no time to worry about injury. They were being chased, again. The dead folk must have remembered them too as they stopped the duo at the same exit. After a quick fight and one very bloody cheek later, they were back in Bree-Land. The duo separated to find their mounts.
Normally Goat didn't run from her. Cerriel was proud that she trained the always hungry beast. This time, he ran and instead of running towards Bree, he ran into the marsh. Cerriel was soaked, muddy and still covered in pie and blood from a cut. When she finally got her stubborn animal to stop, she was in front of the Forsaken Inn. She ran into two companions she was going to join to search for Fiontann.
The next day was going to be miserable. She just hoped to get a bath to rid herself of pie filling and crust, mud and blood.
Bilbad would have been proud.
