My time in the Downs was brief, and for that I am thankful, though I would have stayed if I were needed. I am sure I will be again, for the activity there between the goblins and the Rangers increases, each one trying to outthink and outwit the other. The arrows were successfully delivered into the hands of my friend, and his thanks, while grim, were all that I needed. The snow had abated by the time I reached Trestlebridge again, so I will hope that it did the same to the north. The men are hardened and do their duty without complaint, but I will always wish ease and respite upon them.
No sooner had I arrived back at my room, than I discovered a letter waiting on my bed. I was called southward now, to meet with another contact about a need near the old fort in Andrath. I know no further details, as they will be related to me directly, not foolishly laid down on paper for anyone to find.
I arrived in Bree last night, and was wandering a bit to the southeast of town when I caught sight of some folk hastening along the Road. I followed out of curiosity, nothing more, and wound up passing into a small and pleasant-looking hamlet called Hookworth, according to the guards at the gate. The cold was beginning to chew at my fingertips, and rather than trek backwards toward Bree, I took a walkabout to see if an inn might be discovered. It wasn't long until the glowing windows and smoking chimney drew my attention, and I went inside.
It was a small place, very cozy. I was somewhat bothered to find three souls already there, making merry, but I was too cold to turn and brave the night immediately again. I stayed long enough for a hot cider to thaw my veins a little, and though the folk there greeted me, I kept a distance, for their sake. The walk back to Bree-town was as chilly as expected, but I procured a room within the Prancing Pony, and have enjoyed the fire's warmth long enough now. It is time to garb myself and set out to discover what is required of me here.
