Brywulf

Having a house that's yours, even if only rented, and having the chance of people visiting -- especially, but not only, because you're courting -- calls for a lot of things to have on hand. I'm sure I've barely scratched the surface of what a host should be ready to offer, and I've already spent as much as I can make in a half-dozen visits to the marshes gathering goblin ears. And just for things for my visitors to drink!

As Geth slept, Aeruthuil sat still in the grass to watch over their makeshift camp. His hood pulled down to his eyes and the bottle clutched in his hands he listens to the animals roaming the area. His eyes opened, looking down at the rings around his fingers reflecting the light of the moon before lifting the bottle back up to his lips for a long sip of his drink. He then closes his eyes a little, letting his mind wander to one the few memories he remembers clearly.

(This is written in Westron Script but the words are the phonetic spelling of Rohirrim It is a letter stuck inside her diary.)

My son, my dearest boy,

It is now two days since we have left. I miss you terribly. I know your grandfathers will take care of you. But I must finish the telling before I can begin with what we actually do now. If nothing else my journal and letters will find their way to you. I trust the animals to find a way. But that is not for here.

((OOC note: I'll be adding a few lyrics from a song solely to how Dryn would have thought of the events and a tad bit of entertainment. Kudos to you who know the song))

There's too many men, too many people

Making too many problems....

100 female short swords, long swords
200 male short swords, long swords and halberds.
150 female Halberds
250 female spears
500 male spears
500 fire pots
600 rolls of bandages
100 splints
600 rolls of sinew
600 rolls of thread
1000 needles