I'm not sure what to make of this letter I received. One of the serving women at the Pony handed it to me without so much as a word of where it came from. She wouldn't look me in the eye and hurried away before I could ask any questions.
Naturally, my mind wanders to the troublemakers so recently slithering around Bree-town. The hobbit failed in his attempt to take my life...but we know that he wasn't working alone, as other assassins have been spotted, though some of them have been killed in turn. And I've seen firsthand that this network of thugs will try and bait its victims with mysterious letters and messages.
I fear to say anything to my beloved, or any of my other friends. I will not put anyone else at risk if I have the power to prevent it.
If I don't show up at the time and place mentioned, though, will that draw repercussions?
The letter promises my safety, but what is a promise to an evil murderer or someone with ill intentions?
I am torn.
Why can't life just allow me some happiness, without a shadow constantly looming in some form or another?
