Hiding

I had set off early, the sun was just yawning over the hills as I headed northwards of Bree.  I had decided to brew more of the tincture I gave to Errak's daughter as I had visits from three more Bree residents presenting with similar maladies.  I was especially targeting milk thistle as all of my recent encounters appeared liverish.  I found a thicket half way up a steep embankment, I knew there would be some growing on the perimeter as I'd harvested from there before.  I was deep in thought about this mystery illness, disease... enchantment?

A few days had passed. It was time to move on. Evendim was taxing on Stitches and he was determined to make it to Forochel. After all, it doesn't matter what happens so long as he can find his friend, he can be worthy of something. He traveled the road, ceaseless on the path alongside Bread, dragging his companion at his side by the reins instead of riding atop him.

Hello me deario! Long time no speaky! Well...this last little while has been interesting to say the least. No, interesting is the wrong word and I'm not sure what the true word is to the point where I may just make one up. Figolop! That's the perfect word! So this last little while has been very figolopish which has been a real pain in the artichoke. Where to even begin? I guess it all started when Dessmond asked for a quiet word with me in the Pony.