Orlenne sits once again at her table in her room at the Pony, candlelight making the shadows flicker erratically.
How shocking! It would seem Blodwynn was kidnapped along with her boyfriend Baradar! I was in the Prancing Pony enjoying Eoryn's company when Flannery came along and broke the news. But Blodwynn is safe and sound again, along with Baradar. I believe Davick had something to do with their being freed. I wonder what the motive for the kidnapping was? Eoryn was rather disturbed at the news, but all's well that ends well I say.
Work is streaming in and I have far more to do than I can possibly keep up with. Perhaps I should hire someone to help with the excess sewing. Hmm, I will certainly think about it. At least I am no longer dependent on Thryll's charity, however generously she gives it.
Oh yes, I also met a man, Ceolweld is his name. He was playing a lute at the Pony, rather odd tunes, but he is from Dale, so I suppose exceptions must be made. I offered him a drink, along with Eoryn. Some rude man somehow got the impression I was buying him a drink too! I pointedly ignored him. Ceolweld and I then spoke a little over our drinks. His ambition is to drive the bad folk away from Bree, clean up as it were. It sounds good to me, so I asked more of how he meant to do this. He told me he has created a gathering of fellows called the Grey Cavaliers. Seeing I was interested, he gave me a copy of their Manifest which I have already started reading. It seems interesting and well thought out. He asked me why I was interested so I told him just a little about my past. At one point during our conversation, he got up to nail up some recruitment posters. His speech is odd and sometimes difficult to understand, but he seems a likely enough fellow. Should I join them? Would they even let me, unskilled with weapons as I am? Would I get from the Cavaliers the justice that the Bree Guard refuses me and I so much crave? Another matter to think over.
Orlenne blows on her writing, drying the ink, then gets ready for bed, first removing her trusty scissors from her dress pocket and putting them under her pillow.
