A long walk.

He wasn't sure what just happened. He wasn't even sure if it had been real. The words exchanged between him and his brother repeated in his head, the whole thing unfolding over and over again within his mind. It was hard to believe.
It had been over an hour now since his brother had left to return home. He hadn't moved out of his seat. There was a pit in his stomach and a lump in his throat that he tried to swallow down but it kept returning. A mix of emotions ran through him but no single one stayed long enough to make a consistent thought. He needed a walk.
The man threw on his better attire and stepped out of his house, not a word said to the dogs and the gate was shut to prevent them following.
He walked and his legs took him to the first address that sprung to his mind, the Hobbit woman's home. Stood by the door he knocked, there was no answer.
He recalled the mention of the tavern across the street and he made his way, there was no one inside.
To the road, he took again and then recalled another tavern that he overheard mention not long ago. He turned into Towerglan and the tavern visited. There was nothing there. Again and again, he dug up a few streets and taverns he recalled mentions of and he walked around to find them but each one was empty or locked. The Boar, The Goat, The Wolf, and others.
Maybe he was too early, maybe he was too late. Whatever the reason he finally gave up and his feet took him out to the main road.
He climbed a small hill just off the road and pocketed his hands to keep warm, a distant stare sat on the ghostly marshes before him. They had always frightened him and he had never taken the time to look at them properly. The marshes were beautiful in their own, strange, way.