Riichard

((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....

It was dusk when Aallan could hear footsteps coming through the Chetwood.  At last, he could have his chance to talk with his father and give him a piece of his mind, or perhaps even with some luck even get him to leave Bree-Town and go about his buisiness.  Unfortunately, he was not so lucky, as he scaled his way to the canopies of the forest, he could also see seven more armed men accompanying the man who called himself his father.  Upon further inspection from where he was, and the foliage covering him, he could make out the uniforms of these seven men.

It was yesterday since Aallan sent the letter to the man who called himself his father.  The night prior, he had already thought of a plan to escape once the meeting between father and son was finished or went wrong for the latter.

To set this implementation, he had gathered ten bows from the hapless Blackwolds in Chetwood, where he was residing at this time.  In addition, he found five long coils of rope in their hideout.

I know it has been a long time since I wrote last time.  I should be rather brief with this one, since I don't have much access to parchments or a quill pen...