Air is fresh and sweet here, untainted by any malice but one which man brings himself. It is a fertile, peacefull land, unlike any other I´ve seen before. It always suprises me when I travel trough these green hills and rich fields.
I glance back at the others. This traveling caravan is headed to a place called Oatbarton, a place near which lies that which he has bid me to look for. Buissness in Bree can wait, for this is far more important. Chuckling, I think back on the man who proved useful to me for a change. Crow was always an odd man, too wordy and too filled with some wicked cunning for my taste. Just as that weasel Finch. Neither I have ever thought to be usefull, but I was proven wrong. Thanks to Crow and his contacts, I have arrived in this Halflings land in guise of a simple traveler. Still...Crow remains a fool who thinks he has cunning enough to rise above his position.
Another grim smile. If he had deemed it right, Crow would´ve rised years ago. Such thing will not happen, as surely as coming of an another winter.
Though I dislike being in company of these blabbering fools of merchants. Too wordy over meaningless things for my taste. They are blind to real natures of man or to any other things. Shiny coins blinded them. Useless to me...but to him...
On the hill left of us, a still figure stands, unseen by all but me. Foolish northerner, watching over us? Unsuspecting... unknowing... wide open to attack. Maybe I´ll deal with you once I start making my way back. One pair of eyes less to look out for.
But now... I have a task to do. One bound to my success with blood.
Blood oath I have sworn and by all I know, I will honour it... and I know Azrudaur will to.
