Questions

So many of them, and tomorrow brought not answers, but even more questions in their place. The more I speak with this wanderer, the more things I ask not only him, but also myself. And more things I learn. It is a big part of why this man's company is so desired by me. I've grown tired of honeyed words leading to nothing, and also tired of endless silence. For now. I imagine before long, I will miss it once more. Such is the way of my spirit.

For now, however, I continue to seek company. A smith and a woodsman have had their problems solved, in return for a sleigh of firewood, and a second sleigh was later negotiated with a young pipeweed trader. Odd that I haven't heard of men growing it before, always imagining myself that all of it comes from the lands of smallfolk, the Shire. We learn something new every day. And so, in three days from meeting the boy, I have agreed to bring a solid pair of winter gloves as a trade for wood. I'm unsure how useful wood used for fletching would be in my fireplace, but if it's not, kindling is good to have as well. While at it, I managed to obtain a bolt of cloth. I may make a coat for the wanderer, his current clothing is atrociously unkempt. A gift of appreciation.

Perhaps also an answer.