Branalph was startled to find this note in his boot, wrapped around a chunk of rock too big to overlook.
Aiya, hammer-wielder!
There is a feast upcoming, and I fear your quartermaster has prepared strangely -- where there ought to be meat, there is only cheese. Bloody great heaps of it.
Would you like to help me procure some boar or venison, or both? We could make it a friendly little contest. I bet you five apples that I can drop one of the great boars of the High Moor with a single arrow!
I hope that you can get some time away from guarding those two, for I deem that you could use some sunshine and wind in your hair.
Several words are attempted and struck through here.
Your friend comrade-in-arms colleague
Blessings of Oromë -- Arradril
