The early spring night had settled in over Bree and its surroundings, Tim had gone to the Prancing Pony for a few ales, worried of course over Wullwyns disappering and none thath had heard anything from or about her, his beloved Wullwyn. Little did he know that his evening and if you'd ask him life would take a turn for the worse, once more.. This here is his own words after he came home, in the early morning..
"She's gone..not just gone for a while..gone gone..dead.." Tims handwriting was not his best for years, after all he was really upset as he wrote as he continued "Someone took her form me..took her life..our life..our family and torn it apart by taking her life.." Á féw tear drops stains the page "I..failed her..just as I failed before with women..why did she has to be killed, she had not done anythign to anyone..she..and I were...so happy..she had agreed to marry me..I asked her one evening in the Inn.." More tear drops on the page
"I was handed a note that she had written..she was expecting our child..not jsut one life taken but two..why! WHY! WHY! WHY!" Tim continued to write "The man that told me about her death also showed me her grave..I..I sat the entire evening and night there..talking to the grave..hoping she would hear it...I miss you so much already my beloved Wullwyn." The writing trails off and gets smudged by tear drops into a mess that could not be readable, it was obvious he was in too much grief to be able to continue writing.
