Dunadain

Ruadan found himself at the ancient fortress of Ost Guruth a once great fortress of the Rhudaur located in the area menfolk referred to as the Lone Lands. The Urch he encountered were easily to avoid they were lesser minded than their stronger relatives found to the east.

He climbed the steep steps to the gateway and entered though the archway to await upon the other of his folk who due here soon.

Ruadan opened the letter as he leaned with his back to a tree in Chetwood. He had been watching the comings and goings around Bree for sometime now. The elves appreciated that he could travel where he could not and his skills meant that often not even men did not see him. They would perhaps see a trader on his way home as he would often tell people if they enquired of him, or perhaps a trapper setting out in the early dawn to set his traps.

None were aware of his true purpose, that of gathering information.