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[[Ithelion]]

An odd request on a Fox's black wings.

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Chrysanthe was sitting at her desk, feather pin at hand, her fingers dragged the thick black ink along the page to check a box here and then and then to add the numbers. She look beside her at the bag of gold, a sigh leaving her chapped lips as the amounts of coin and numbers in black ink were not the same. Someone was stealing the gold from the inn. She would have to store it better. Goldy walked in with some of the laundry for the day and gave the younger fire haired hobbit a smile. "Morning Miss Chrysanthemum!" She whistled a tune as she walked past and into the rooms.

The Springing Forth of Life and the Ringing of Sorrows.

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

I have not written anything in form of logs in some time. I have not had a chance to nor had I the heart. Too many things have happened of late that I would rather not go through again. I had to walk with Raevenhart, my mentor, to watch a trial for Aallan, a friend of ours. I know the story of what happened, I know his guilt is strong the murder was not caused by him...but what is done is done. I will keep a lock on my lips. I decided afterwards to limit my time in Bree. I have a daughter now, I will not put myself in the way of harm because both Rae and I need to be here for her.

Justice and maddness

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Madness, madness and yet more madness. I would rather be bent over a log by a mad bear then have to deal with those in the town of Bree. Today my husband went with a group to protest the mistreatment of children, women, and ordinary people. From what I heard and saw I was sickened, not that I wasn't already sick from dealing with a corpse for healing purposes but this made me sick much differently.

Liars and Killers of the Heart

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Aukusti had stepped into the Pony with heavy footsteps, rubbing his shoulder. His body had become sore due to his work. He began to step forward but stopped as he saw the two by the barrel, recognizing them to be Ithelion and Raven...much more closer than what Ithelion had implied in his letter. Ithelion looked toward the door, still touching his throat, as he noticed him. Aukusti glanced at Ithelion now with his orange-red eyes, his brow furrowing.

"Auk...," said Ithelion, staring back at him with a surprised look.

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